His name was Pluto, and he was my favorite.
I was the only one fed him, and he always followed me around the house.
When I went outside, it was difficult to prevent Pluto from following me onto the streets, where he would be in danger.
We – my wife and our many pets- lived in peace and happiness for several years.
Our situation changed because I fell into a bad habit.
I don’t need to explain how I began to drink or why at this time.
It does not matter.
It’s enough to say that slowly over the course of several months, I because am alcoholic.
This, of course, greatly changed my personality.
I slowly became more moody and more inconsiderate of the feelings of others. I started to call my wife ugly names.
To my great shame and regret, I even began to hit her.
My pets, of course , also suffered during this time.
Not only did I neglect them, I also began to physically abuse them.
The poor things did not understand the change in me.
They would come up to me for affection and I would kick them or push them away.
Only Pluto escaped this mistreatment at the beginning of my alcoholism.
I still loved him enough to stop myself from hurting him.
This, however, come to a horrible end one terrible evening.