Cancer

His lips stretched in contentment as he dribbled unconsciously. He struggled after every two moments to free himself of the fur blanket which seemed to envelope a tiny, helpless creature. The hand gestures and the beating of thin-skinned head arouse love in my eyes which fell as tears. I wanted to do something, but I couldn’t. Science failed and so did chemotherapy. As for radiotherapy, I was too poor to afford. The hopeless horizon stared at me, directly into my welled up eyes.

But

He survived! He survived the deadliest cloning. Cancer.

Only because, the nature loved the adorable creature more than I did.