Henry Roosevelt Narrative

The Good Deed I walked into Amwell Pet Supply to restock on hay and kibble for my new pet guinea pig, Chestnut, and my new pet rabbit, Butterscotch. As I turned around, many cages of cats caught my eye and the cats’ loud purring resonated in my ear. I passed each cage noticing a grey cat, a black cat, and a orange and white cat that reminded me of a tiger. They all had a clean finish to their fur, like that of recently trimmed hair.
However, as I continued walking, I noticed a cat different from the others. He was in a corner, far away from the other cats; his name was Henry. As I observed him, I noticed his atramentous fur was covered in dandruff, his teeth were chipped, and his eyes had clear goop dripping out of them like tree sap. What caught my attention next was a neon sign with the words, “Help Henry,” “Please donate,” “in need of dental care,” and “needs neuter shots.” As much as I wanted to …show more content…
The words “please donate” swirled around my head. How would I earn the money to help Henry? After gathering the products for our pets, my family left the store. I waved a small goodbye to Henry as we walked outside and continued to beg my mom for money to donate to …show more content…
His eyes were green and hopeful like an emerald waiting to be dug up. I thought about petting Henry, even though the words on his cage stated “Do Not Touch.” Each time, he would stick his cute, little, paws through the cage bars and try to reach my hand, but I pulled my hand back and stopped myself from going to close to him, in fear that he would scratch me. I just stared at his emerald eyes, envisioning how wonderful it would be to have Henry as my own pet. Every time I went to the pet store, I still left feeling bad for