
MY CAT WAS STILL INSIDE—AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D SEE HER AGAIN
I was barefoot, clutching my dog’s collar, watching my kitchen burn—and all I could scream was, “My cat’s still in there!” The firefighter’s name tag said S. Kramer. He didn’t say a word. He just ran straight into the smoke. Minutes passed like hours. My dog, Bean, wouldn’t stop whining. I kept thinking of Pepper—my shy,…