As I sit on the edge of my bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, I can’t shake the emptiness that fills my heart. It’s been a week since Whiskers, my beloved black cat, slipped away from us. Each corner of my room, each shadow, and every quiet sound reminds me of him. I never thought I could feel so alone at just twelve years old. Losing Whiskers has transformed what used to be my safe haven into a deeply haunting space. The world