My silent witness,
my only friend,
my velvet pillow of fur
that soaked up my silent tears
so that our Master would never know.
He began to know the warning signs,
he learned the triggers just as much as I did,
only every time he sensed one,
he reacted with defences in order to protect me.
One day, I don't know why,
he climbed up on my bed
and lay across my stomach,
and by that night I had been sick
more times than in my entire life.
He never left me alone for days,
which made the Master angry,
as soon as he tried to approach me,
my little hero would try to bite him,
refusing to leave my side!
Until one night that Master got so mad
after he caught me whispering secrets
into my little hero's ears,
and with q sudden fit of fury,
he grabbed my silent witness by the throat
and launched him into the bedroom door.
I prayed to God to save him,
please Father, save him,
please don't stop his heart.
But my prayers were interrupted
with Master's angry voice,
as he shouted,
"It's too late, there's nothing you can do!
I warned you to stay away from him,
now look what you've done!
I warned you that no one, or nothing,
will ever save or protect you...
