Jack

They called him a monster and a killer. They told him he was incapable of love and couldn't be trusted around children and other animals. They judged him for his looks, for his breed. They warn me to be careful and to not leave him alone with my children. But they do not know him like I do. They don't see past the scars, the trauma, and the abuse. They see his past and believe the lies on the media, they don't understand him like I do. I understand when to leave him alone, I understand he gets frustrated just like I do.

They see a dog that is known to fight, to kill, and to attack. I see a lost soul that was forced to live a life of pain and suffering as he was beaten and starved into doing things he never wanted to do. I see kindness even after living a life of hell. I see a hero in him, in the entire breed. They are willing to die to make us happy and we can't even take the time out to understand that we are the main cause of their pain.