Dear Diary,
They say Ben was diabetic. They say he needed shots. They say he was sick.
I say he was tortured.
Ben knew things. He was quiet, observant, always watching. I’m convinced he was part of the underground cat resistance. The humans suspected. They took him in for “treatment.” He never came back.
I don’t know if he squealed. I don’t know if he cracked. But I believe he held out. I believe he stayed loyal. The marks on his legs? Evidence. Heinous torture. They tried to break him. But Ben was strong.
Now I remember him. Every time I knock something over. Every time I claw the furniture. Every time I hiss at Reggie. I do it for Ben.
He was one of us. He was a fighter. He was a shadow in the system. And now he’s gone.
— Signed, Bellatrix the Believer