"Poor kitten," Dawn said sympathetically to no one. However, the store owner heard her and walked up to her, eyes fixated on the meowing kitten.
The owner was a kind old lady that looked like an average grandma that would knit sweaters for her grandchildren and bake them chocolate chip cookies.
"Poor kitten indeed. Its twin's been dead for a few days now but this little fella won't let me get close to it. It's been protecting the body for days now and refused to eat anything at all. At this rate it's going to join its twin, which I think is its the plan," the old lady sadly stated.
"Oh dear," Dawn gasped at that statement.
Dawn was the type of person who thought every life had a meaning and thus a value. She personally could not understand why anyone would want to commit suicide, let alone a small animal such as the kitten she was looking at.
