By Edgar Allan Poe
Tomorrow I die.
Tomorrow 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.