I married young, and got along well with my wife because she loved animals as much as I did.
We had an assortment of pets, but my favorite was our cat, Pluto. He was my best friend. Pluto was completely black and very large.
During mine and Pluto's friendship, I hate to say it, but I began to drink, more and more over time. By each day, I became more moody, irritable, and selfish. I became violent towards my wife and the animals, except Pluto. I deeply regret doing this.
But one night, I did something I will never forgive myself for.
One night when i came home from a long night of drinking, I thought Pluto was ignoring me. I grabbed him by the neck and cut out his eye with my pocket knife.
Pluto's empty eye socket was making me feel guilty, then enraged for being guilty. After a few days, I couldn't take it, so I took the cat outside, slipped a noose around his neck, and hung him.
That night, I woke to the sound of a blazing fire. My wife and I got out alive and in the ruins, the image of a cat was burned into the wall.
I convinced myself that Pluto's death and the image on the wall weren't related and moved on.
I stroked the cat and when I began to leave, the cat followed me home.
When I got home, my wife immediately fell in love with the cat, so we had to keep him.
One night I was at a bar with a bad reputation, and there was a black cat sitting on a barrel of gin!
I soon began to dislike the cat, though. And the morning after it followed me home, I discovered it was missing one eye, like Pluto.
Of course that just made my wife love and more. I just avoided the cat, and it looked for me more. This made me very angry.