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.