For 888 long days, a black cat named Kirby was gone, leaving Maureen’s home quieter and her heart broken.
She searched streets, checked photos, and held onto hope even when it hurt too much to breathe.
Every night ended the same way, with his name whispered into the dark.
Kirby survived the cold, the hunger, and the loneliness just blocks away from the home that missed him.
When he was finally found, time stood still as hands shook and tears fell.
He was alive, safe, and still the sweet soul she loved.
But life had changed, and love asked for something harder.
Kirby found peace, and Maureen found comfort knowing he was happy.
