[ WP ] We do n't choose our pets . They , as Guardians , choose us .

Hi. 
 My name is Hickey. 
 I'm a cat. But I'm not a regular cat as you humans might think. 
 I am here to watch and protect my'owner', but I failed. And this is my story. 
 
 I remember the day when I was a young recruit of the PGO, the Pet Guardian Organization. The day of my graduation I was being chosen for some canadian man, who lived in the woods. 
 He was a lumberjack, alone and everything. He had almost no friends and was really alone. General Paws, a labrador, thought that I'd be the greatest choice to guard our lone friend. 
 
 I was pretty anxious, I could n't help myself. I mean, I was pretty much thrown into the cold water. 
 Usually we recruits, you humans call us kittens, cubs and whatnot, get deployed in groups somewhere on the earth and usually it's our duty to stay in pairs, but this case was not normal. 
 My man was somehow special. General Paws did not tell me, that this human was about to save the world one day. 
 
 Anyways, I was deployed in the canadian woods, and Kittengod damn, this place was cold as fuck. Everybody knows, that we cats do n't like the cold. We like to stay warm, lying in front of the oven, but General Paws did not care. 
 So I was thrown out of the chopper and landed into the ice cold snow. Out of anger I started swearing around and look! I was found by him. 
 He thought it was a coincidence, but it was n't. He was so alone that he did n't even think about it, he just took me with him. 
 
 And there we were, in his shady log cabin he probably built by himself. He opened the door, it was n't even locked or something, and we entered the house. Finally some warm, cozy feeling came around me when I saw the burning furnace. His interior was rather spartanic, he had a table with two chairs, one bed, a sofa and a clothing cabinet. It was n't much, actually. 
 
 Over the years I got used to this lifestyle. I mean, I got everything I need. He even killed some wolf and prepared his fur for me so I could use it to sleep in front of the furnace. And the food was alright, too. Yet I got the feeling that I could not stop eating, since it was so cold and I needed my nutrition. I guess that was the only point he hated about me, that he had to feed me all the times. 
 
 One day, when I was pondering in my thoughts about that undercover task I was into, I heard a knock at the door. But who could that be? My protege was sleeping and as far as I knew he did n't have much friends. I decided to open the door and nearly died from an heart attack, when I saw that dwarf standing in front of the door. 
 
 This grimm, frostbitten dwarf with his long, red beard was n't too happy to see me. I knew what he was here for. He wanted to kill my protege. Dwarfs hate it, when human roam around in their liars, and my man did that. 
 We engaged into a fight, and it was pretty tough. The dwarf knew how to use his axe but I was trained by the PGO and was able to fight him off. We smashed the kitchen and my protege would n't be to happy about that. And he was n't. 
 
 My man got some weird habit. [ He used to feel his pulse every morning. ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/3vxau8/wp_you_instinctively_check_your_pulse_every/ ) But one evening he came home and he already looked sick. I knew something was wrong, but I did n't know what. At the next morning, when he felt his pulse, there was none. And I knew, that I fucked it up. I watched him bursting through his cabin door and could not help him. 
 
 General Paws would be damn mad at me.
