You were the only pet of his that he didn't yell at or beat up or force to play with him, you were different.

When he has a nosebleeds you're always up first and wiping his nose with your sleeve or hand, when his hair is a mess you'd brush it, or wipe away dirty from his face, or comfort him when he was upset or in a bad mood.

You'd sit beside him when he was reading comics on his coffin bed and never tried to escape from him when he was at school, you were like his friend and greeted him when he came home, you weren't even disgusted by him or the things he did. How could he hurt you?