He lived on the streets with nothing but a thin sleeping bag and a small orange cat named Hazel. She never left his side, curling up on his chest every night for warmth and comfort.
He always made sure she ate first. One cold morning, they were suddenly gone. No one knew where they went. Days later, the cat was spotted alone at a bus stop, looking lost. What happened to the man who chose the streets just so he wouldn’t have to leave his only friend behind? Their bond was stronger than most people ever experience.
