Lying in the cold snow, waiting for days on end, to die. I was alone and cold, but I could not die. Not like this. I have a whole life ahead of me, and it is being taken from me before I even had the chance to learn my name. My mother is probably still looking, but my white pelt will make it impossible for her to see me. More snow is falling, and I am barely breathing. I cannot feel my small paws, or my long tail. I never imagined that I would leave this world without love, without family. Why is the world so cruel? Why did I fall from my mothers back on her way to camp? I never even met my sister, never had the chance. I never had the chance to meet my father. Did I look like him? Did I have his eyes? There are more questions, but it is to cold to think. I try to claw at the snow, but I can barely open my eyes. All alone, never going to meet the ones who would call me family, never had the chance to love.
