The Firefighter Saved My Cat—But When I Thanked Him, He Said Her Name First
The fire was small, but the smoke was thick. We barely made it out in time, barefoot and coughing. I kept asking them to go back for her—my cat, Minou. She’s old, half-deaf, and hides when she’s scared. They didn’t promise anything. Just nodded and disappeared into the black. I stood on the grass clutching…
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