My Story

Our cat, Kiddie, was stolen from our garden.

Later, we found a video of him in a holding pen—packed with other cats, waiting to be transported to a slaughterhouse. We rushed there as fast as we could… but we were too late.

He was already gone.

The next day, we were told some animals might still be there. I went back, hoping for a miracle.

Kiddie was gone.

But in his place was another full cage—new cats, terrified, waiting to go through the same suffering.

I couldn't take them. I couldn't save them.
And that stayed with me.