A cat was injured. A cat that likes to play in the garden, wander in the park and chase butterflies. She survives, but with more than just a scare – a leg was broken. It’s her first time meeting a veterinarian – but she was lucky. She will heal the veterenarian says. It’s the neighbours cat – her name is Mia and she is seven years old.
A week has passed and she wanders in the park. Slowly. She can’t run but she seems to be enjoying it.

It’s 4 am and I can’t sleep. Feels like the whole world is silent outside my bedroom. Feels like everyone is asleep but me. The night is quiet. My head is loud. And then. The night gets loud. And my mind gets quiet… There are dogs barking outside. Unusual at this hour. Unusual this loudly. Unusual here. From my bedroom window I can see the park. From my bedroom window I can see the dogs. I don’t have time to put on some shoes or even sockets. I don’t have time to put on my pants. My first instinct is to run and stop them. So many dogs preying on something – something that can’t run away. But they run away as I get closer. But she can’t move. I take her. The neighbours are asleep. They don’t wake up. She’s not in pain anymore. I’m still holding her. Every time I pet her my hands gets colder. I feel helpless. I feel angry. There is nothing I can do.
She was not lucky. She will not heal. It was the neighbours cat – her name was Mia and she was seven years old.

Today is the next day and I can’t sleep. I hear barking outside.