>>2615564Life for Mittens was never easy to begin with. Being born with only one and a half legs and with half your body missing has to be tough.
As long as I can remember, the other cats made fun of him, calling him words like Two-leg, Cattip or Cat-no-dog, referring to the cartoon Cat-Dog. He came home with bruises, he got beaten and scratched.
But Mittens is a strong cat, he didn't give in to the bullies, he continued to walk the streets heads up. Some say that's the only way he could stay balanced, I say it's because this is the bravest cat I've ever seen.
I took care of him when he came home, gave him fresh milk and treated his wounds, while he lay on his favorite spot next to the fireplace, purring like there is nothing to worry in this world.
He gave me the strength to fight the struggles in my life, to face my problems. If Mittens can forget the pain of life, right there next to the fireplace, so can I. If he can be strong, so can I. He got me, and I got him. We have each other.
It was autumn when Mittens past away. One of these stereotypical autumn days. The street lamp next to the street and the sunset painted the tree in our garden even more orange than the leaves already were. The thick fog on the streets made it seem like we were the only house in the street.
I buried Mittens right under that tree, the leaves were falling on his fresh grave, as if the tree tried to give Mittens a final blanket. I cried when I saw the scratch marks on the trees bark. He got me, and I got him. We have each other.
