Dear Diary

Dear Diary. Even Best Friends need to say goodbye eventually. Lucas. Man’s Best Friend. The Canine. A Dog’s Best Friend. His Human. I adopted Jack at 3 years old. He had been abused by his previous owner so bad he was one of the lucky ones who managed to escape before more damage could be done. Upon meeting him, he was scared, sad-eyed and most likely felt betrayed by anyone he had met in his short time alive. I didn’t use a leash on him to get him to my car, I simply told him “I am going this way, if you want a better life you’re more than welcome to follow”. I opened the passenger door then sat in the driver seat. A few minutes of him sitting staring at me, calculating his next move, he walked over and jumped in. 13 years of being bestfriends would follow, and both myself and my family made sure he would have the best life possible with us. The name Jack came about in an old fashioned way, I did not know what his abuser called him, or i...