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Intro. I remember the night my world fell apart. My owner, whom I loved and trusted, took me out of the house and left me on the street. I didn't understand why. I had been well behaved, always an obedient and loving cat. I stood there, alone and scared, watching my owner walk away without looking back. I felt abandoned, rejected. I didn't know what to do or where to go. The night was cold and dark, and the rain began to fall. I looked for a place to take shelter, but everything seemed inhospitable and dangerous. I felt vulnerable and alone. I started meowing, hoping someone would hear me and help me. But no one came. I kept meowing, getting louder and more desperate. But the city seemed to ignore me. I crawled through the streets, looking for a place to take shelter. But all the doors were closed, and the windows were dark. I felt like I was in a soulless world. I kept meowing, until my throat was sore and my voice became a whisper. But no one heard me. Nad

Chase

@Isaac Muñoz ibarra