The life lesson I learned from a homeless kitty

I had a long day at work, and all I wanted was to get back to my apartment and relax. As I was walking down the street, I saw a small, furry shape lying on the sidewalk. It was a stray cat, but it looked like a ragged ball of dirt and fur. It's eyes were crusted with dirt and tears, and it couldn't open them. It was barely breathing, and I felt pity for the poor creature.

I decided to take it home and see if I could help it. I gently picked it up and wrapped it in my jacket. It didn't resist or make any sound. It seemed to have given up on life. I wondered how long it had been suffering on the streets and how many people had ignored it or kicked it away.

I reached my apartment and carefully placed the cat on my bed. I got some warm water and a soft cloth and cleaned its eyes. The cat whimpered a little but didn't move. I could see that its eyes were blue, but they were dull and cloudy. I wondered if it could see anything.

I cleaned the rest of its body, removing the dirt and fleas that infested its fur. It was a white cat, but it had been so dirty that I couldn't tell. It was also skinny and weak. I gave it some food and water, hoping it would eat something. To my surprise, it did. It ate slowly and cautiously as if it couldn't believe someone was feeding it.

I felt a connection with the cat. It reminded me of myself, in a way. I was also alone and struggling in this big city, trying to make a living and find meaning. I had no friends or family here, and I often felt lonely and hopeless. Maybe this cat was sent to me for a reason. We could help each other.

I decided to keep the cat and name it Lucky. For the next two days, I took care of Lucky and watched him recover. His eyes became brighter and more straightforward, and he moved around more. He even purred when I petted him or scratched his ears. He seemed to trust me and appreciate my kindness.

I felt happy for the first time in a long time. Lucky gave me a reason to smile and look forward to coming home daily. He was my companion and my friend. I saved him from his death, and he gave me back my life.

But on the third day, something terrible happened. It was raining heavily, and I had to go to work as usual. I left Lucky in my apartment, thinking he would be safe and comfortable there.

I locked the door and windows and told him that I would be back soon. I didn't know that Lucky had other plans. He must have been curious about the outside world, or maybe he wanted to find me. Lucky opened the window in my bedroom and jumped out onto the fire escape. He climbed down the metal stairs and reached the ground level.

He didn't know that the street was flooded with rainwater. He didn't know that the water was deep, fast, and dangerous. He stepped into the water, thinking that it was just a puddle. He was wrong. The water swept him away, dragging him under the surface. He may be tried to swim, but he was too weak and tired. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, he couldn't cry for help. He drowned.

When I returned from work, I found my apartment empty and silent. The window in my bedroom was open, and there was no sign of Lucky anywhere. I panicked. I ran outside, looking for Lucky everywhere. I asked people if they had seen him, but no one had.

Then I saw his body. It was lying on the sidewalk, soaked and lifeless. Lucky's eyes were open, but they were blank and empty. He was gone. I collapsed next to him, sobbing uncontrollably. Why did this happen? Why did he leave me?

Why did he die?

I had saved him from his death, but I couldn't save him from his fate. He had come to the end of his time, and no one could stop it. Nature always wins.