[ WP ] A man on the verge of self destruction yells to his reflection about his mistakes and failures . He turns to see his pet has entered the room , jokingly the man asks the animal what he should do next . To his surprise it answers him .

`` Please do n't hurt yourself.'' 
 
 What the fuck? My cat had just told me not to kill myself. I staggered backwards, the echoes of that infinitely serene voice cascading throughout my head. 
 
 `` Please, Michael. I love you.'' 
 
 It emanated from within my mind, but it was a distinctly foreign entity. Stitch strolled towards me and plopped onto the cold tiles. His luminous blue eyes stared into mine. 
 
 I was desperate. I was on the cusp of suicide. I was also probably delirious, hallucinating. Stitch ca n't do that. He ca n't speak to me. Animals ca n't do that. 
 
 `` We can. Only in moments of crisis, if our love is true, may we break the barrier and communicate with humanity. But please do n't worry about that, Michael. Worry about yourself. Think about why you are doing this.'' 
 
 So I did. The financial drawing-and-quartering that I was being subjected to; the disappointed family; the lack of direction in life. Those things thrown together into a boiling cauldron of self-hate had created a mixture made for death. And I was uncorking the vial, or damn close to it. 
 
 Stitch snaked between my legs, purring madly. 
 
 `` Michael, life is terribly unfair and a monster that few can conquer. But you are doing such a great job. You are so brave, you have chosen to chase after your passion. The judgments of your loved ones will pass in time. Your problems with money will also fade. But your loss will not. You have so much good to do in this world, Michael. I can see it. You can, too, if you try hard enough.'' 
 
 He sat down at my feet; his icy eyes froze my soul and his gentle purrs thawed me, over and over. In those blurred moments of inner turmoil, I felt his limitless love. I felt the warmth and radiance of something so pure and boundless and universal. I felt his sweet touch. 
 
 I picked him up, draped him over my shoulder, and walked out of the bathroom sobbing like a child. The sun was rising in the east; brilliant, golden lights sang the house into a morning song of life and infinite futures. 

