Her name is Luna. I adopted her a few days ago. She was curled up in a corner of the shelter, trembling and not making a sound. They told me she was found alone in a cardboard box under the rain. She didn’t even meow… just empty eyes. I made her a promise: never fear again, never cold again, never abandonment again. Now she sleeps peacefully, wrapped in her pink sweater, as if she finally understood she’s safe. Adopting is giving a second chance to a broken heart. And Luna… is already fixing mine.
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