BILL

My Story

My name is Bill and I am a mixed breed cat.

I remember what my house looked like. There, I had my own corner on the windowsill, a bowl of my favorite food, and people who were everything to me.

I lived quietly until the war came to my city. One day the shelling became so frequent that the house was no longer a safe place. My people had to leave, but they left me behind.

I sat by the destroyed gate, spent the night on the cold steps, hoping, because hope dies last. I had to run between missiles and look for food on the streets, but more often, endure terrible hunger.

This went on until I met some strange people. These people with very kind faces decided to take me away from where I was completely unhappy. Now I live in a shelter. Here I remembered what silence and care are.