Ugly

It's 2:30 in the morning, and I'm swallowing massive sadness. I was looking at a friend's Tumblr account when I came across the story of a stray cat named Ugly. It was one-eyed, one-eared and had been beaten pretty badly, but it continued to wander the neighborhood. People told their children to stay away from it, and adults threw rocks at him and shut his paws in car doors when he tried to get too close. One night, Ugly got too friendly with some neighborhood huskies and ended up mauled pretty badly. The narrator of the tale said they tried to get to Ugly, but by the time they got there, it was pretty much the end.
They scooped up a dying Ugly and tried to get back to their house. Ugly, despite being in immense amounts of pain, wanted to suck on the narrator's ear. All he wanted in his dying moments was to show some love. He started to purr, and died before the narrator got inside.
I started to cry typing that. I'm an animal lover and hearing anything about mistreated animals just kills me. I don't know how true all this is, but that poor kitty!
If you want to, you can read it on Tumblr.