Our Story
Near where I work, there’s a small park. It’s home to a few stray cats, and over time, two of them started visiting me almost every day. They would wander into my workplace, curl up nearby, and watch me work as if they belonged there.
I couldn’t take them home for personal reasons, but I began keeping cat food at the office so they’d always have something to eat. In return, they gave me quiet companionship — sometimes just sleeping beside me while I worked.
One day, the little black cat stopped coming. I waited for her, but she never returned. My heart sank. Maybe someone had adopted her — I hoped so — but I missed her deeply.

To remember both cats, I printed their photos and mounted them on a piece of wood. I engraved words of love and a little prayer into the wood, and placed the card in their makeshift bed at the office. The other cat came over, rubbed against me, and lingered as if she could feel the love in that wooden card.
