18/05/2025
my heart break! 💔
bakit kayo ganyan sa mga stray cats! if you dont want to take good care of them atleast a liitle kindness naman!
sa mga tao nakakita neto pusa ndi nyo man lang tinutulungan?! grabe kayo!
In a quiet alley behind a row of shops, a stray cat named Milo fought every day just to survive. He wasn’t aggressive or loud like the other strays. He was gentle. Often overlooked, often forgotten.
He had no name, no collar, no warm bed. Just the cold concrete beneath him and the constant ache of an empty belly.
That morning, hunger was sharper than ever. Milo hadn’t eaten for two days. His legs trembled. His vision blurred. Then… he found it. A red can—open, discarded. The scent of food lingered inside. Desperate and driven by instinct, he pushed his head into the can, trying to reach the remnants stuck to the bottom.
But the can was deep. And sharp.
His head got stuck.
He panicked, stumbling around the alley, bumping into walls and trash bins, trying to shake it off. But no one was there to help. No one heard his muffled cries. And slowly… the air ran out.
Milo’s body was found hours later inside a cardboard box someone had set aside. A final resting place in a world that never gave him a home. His tail, once full of life, now lay still. The can still gripped his head—his final attempt to fill a stomach that had gone empty for far too long.
And so, a small life ended… not with violence, not with a loud cry, but with silence. With hunger. With neglect.
A reminder that sometimes, all it takes to save a soul is a little food... and a little kindness.
