Hope sau tristete intruchipata?Hope or embodied sadness?

Acum ma numesc Hope. Asta am auzit cand cineva mi-a facut cateva fotografii. Mi-au spus fii vesela pisicuto ca poate viata ta se va schimba. Am incercat sa zambesc dar nu am reusit. Mi-am pierdut speranta intr-o viata mai buna. Acum stau pe strazi si pret de cateva zile voi locui la Spiru Haret.

Now my name is Hope. That’s what I’ve heard when someone photographed me. They told me to be jolly and maybe my life will change. I tried to smile but I didn’t succeed. I lost any hope for a better life. Now I’m living on the streets and for a few days i will stay to Spiru Haret.

 Am inteles ca in aceste cateva zile voi suferi o interventie chirurgicala care ma va ajuta sa scap de grija puilor adica voi fi sterilizata.
Traiul pe strada nu este cel dorit de mine si pentru ca nu le doresc asta nici puilor mei, ma bucur sincer ca nu-i voi aduce pe lume. 
Dupa cele cateva zile voi ajunge din nou pe strada si asta imi da fiori deja.
Sunt chiar atat de uratica incat nu ma vrea nimeni?
Daca cineva se hotaraste sa-mi transforme tristetea in bucurie, in speranta il/o rog sa trimita un mesaj la asociatia.robi@gmail.com. 
Oare cum este sa razi mereu, sa fii fericit, sa fii ocrotit. Voi aveti parte de asa ceva?

I understood I will suffer a surgery that will help me stop worrying for any future kittens, meaning I will be neutered. Life on the streets is very hard for me and I don’t wish that for my kittens, so I am very glad that I won’t bring them in this world anymore .
After these few days I will be again on the streets and that’s terrifies me.
Am I so ugly that nobody wants me?
If someone decides to transform my sadness in joy and hope, I ask him/her to write to asociatia.robi@gmail.com .
How is it always to smile, be happy and protected? Do you have that?