Two years later, Juniper was no longer the fragile kitten she’d found. He had grown into a lively, spirited cat who knew every creak of the house and every patch of sun in the garden. For Samantha, he was more than a pet—he was her companion, friend, and child, all wrapped in a furry little ball.
That morning, Samantha sat outside with a cup of coffee warming her palms, watching Juniper chase butterflies through the sun-drenched garden. The world felt gentle again, for once, the quiet hum of life around her lulling her into a peace she hadn’t realized she still craved.