I found him all alone, eating of a trash, looking cute but needed more care, we both connected instantly and I didn't hesitate to make him a family. Jack was always my defense guard and company, the streets were familiar of our unbreakable bond. My boyfriend charles came to visit, and jack had to go out cos he didn't seem friendly towards him, my boyfriend later left and I let jack in. Until a day were I came home and found charles bleeding, I didn't think twice, as I hit jack with a stick on the head, he ran of with pain.

Thank GOD he was ok, we got home and he began ranting on how broke he is and needed me to support him run his business. Was surprised as I thought he valued his life more, nevertheless we ended the conversation. As usual I came from work and decided to clean up after him as he stayed with me dor some days, only to find a poison hidden in his shorts. Then I realized jack was trying to protect me, I immediately called the cops, and as soon as I was done at the station, I ran off to look for jack. But was too late as I found him dead, as he bled profusely as a result of the hit I gave him on the head. I took him and buried him, left the environment for a vacation and hoped to find forgiveness with myself and recover from the hideous relationship I escaped.