Tomorr ow I die. Tomorr ow I
die, and today I want to tell the
world what happened and thus
perhaps free my soul from the
horrible weight which lies upon
it.
But listen! Listen, and
you shall hear how I have been
destroyed.
When I was a child I had a
natural goodness of soul which
led me to love animals — all
kinds of animals, but especially
those animals we call pets, animals
which have learned to live
with men and share their homes
with them. There is something
in the love of these animals which
speaks directly to the heart of the man who has learned from experience
how uncertain
and changeable is the love of other men.
I was quite young when I married. You will understand the joy I
felt to find that my wife shared with me my love for animals. Quickly
she got for us several pets of the most likeable
kind. We had birds,
some goldfish, a fine dog, and a cat.
The cat was a beautiful animal, of unusually large size, and
entirely black. I named the cat Pluto, and it was the pet I liked best.