In the quiet corners of my heart, a furry soul named Bhootu left indelible pawprints. From the moment he entered this world, I cradled him, watched him grow, and weaved an unbreakable bond. Bhootu, my companion, was more than a cat; he was my confidant, my joy.

Through sickness and health, I cared for him like a child. I cleaned up after his mischiefs, waking at 3 am to answer his hungry meows, even in the coldest winters. His warm presence was my solace, a soft pillow I could hug tightly. He’d seek refuge under the blanket, resembling a loaf of bread, craving the warmth.

Bhootu’s love for chicken fry mirrored our shared moments, and I gladly shared my piece. Yet, one fateful day, he never returned from play, stolen by the cruelty of others. In his memory, I implore that we cherish and protect these voiceless souls, for in their silent presence, they ask only for love and a morsel of sustenance. In the afterlife, I yearn to hold him again, my dear Bhootu.

Ms Shehneela Shams
SCAO Dhaka Office Metal Trading Dept