I was hit today. I still hear the sound of my bones as they snapped sharply with a crack as my tendons tore down into pieces.

My mind was screaming in pain but my lips refused to move.

I heard the gasps and thundering footsteps of the onlookers as they gathered around me. It was like a thousand drums echoed in my ears.  I struggled to look for a familiar face to save me. Or at least end the pain.

But I failed.

My surrounding grew darker as my sight started to fade away. And no one dared to help me. No one even cared. I looked up the sky and took a last glimpse of its beauty. I knew in that very moment I was going to die. I felt the last flicker of life left my body.

I felt cold. I felt helpless. I felt lonely. But it didn’t matter. I was lonely in those damp streets my whole life where luxury was but a distant dream. It didn’t matter. After all I’m just a cat, ready to meet my maker.