I hit my wife sometimes. And by that time, of course, I was often
doing horrible things to our animals.
wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of course, I
was often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of
them — but never Pluto. But, my illness was getting worse — oh
yes, drink is an illness! Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto
too.
I remember that night very well. I came home late, full of
drink again. I could not understand why Pluto was not pleased
to see me. The cat was staying away from me. My Pluto did
not want to come near me! I caught him and picked him
up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my
hand.
Suddenly, I was not myself any more. Someone else was in my