PATRIK

My name is Patrik and I am a mixed breed cat.

For as long as I can remember, my world was filled with the echo of explosions and the whistle of shells. I hid deep in the ruins of a destroyed house, curling up in the darkest corner, hoping that the sky would finally become quieter. I didn’t know where my family had disappeared to, but after that, my days were like one where only hunger, fear and endless waiting remained with me.

One day, when the ground shook again from the shelling, I got really scared and accidentally crawled out of my shelter. And then I saw them: a soldier in a dusty uniform. They noticed me, trembling among the rubble. One of them crouched down, carefully extended his hand and said something quiet and kind. And for the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

They took me out of there, out of that hell, and brought me to the shelter. Here I have the care I need. And I am constantly among good people and other rescued animals.

I love when someone pets me, at such moments I close my eyes and imagine that the world around me has always been like this - quiet, caring and kind.

Despite everything I've been through, I haven't stopped believing in people. And I know that one day I'll find my true family, who will never abandon me again.