A Tribute to Jack

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Mama’s first pit bull.  He is straight from heaven, that little boy.

He has a way of pulling you into his heart with his big brown eyes, and once you gaze into them, there is no hope for you.  You are his.  He can make your heart melt with a single glance and with the funny expressions he wears, just to make your heart swoon.  He will stand on his hind legs, do a backbend on the arm of the recliner and look at you upside down.  You can’t help but laugh at him, but that’s his way of getting you to just grab him up and love on him.  You really can’t help yourself.  He puts a spell on you.

I know people around the world have heard pit bulls are all hostile, fighting dogs, and yes, there are many that are trained to be just that – killers, fighters.  But those particular dogs are raised to be that way.  You can take any dog and raise them that way.  But you can also take any breed of animal and raise it with love, obedience, kindness, laughter, joy, spoil them, and they will love you and protect you (if they are the protective sort) till the day they die.

He is great with kids.  Hallie dresses him up in girlie hats, lays on him, runs with him, wrestles with him, naps with him, and he takes all her “abuse” and her love and only gives love in return.

He is, indeed, straight from heaven and he is never forgotten.  He’s been gone for a few years now, but we still think of him often, just as we think of all those who have gone on to be with the Lord (and yes, all dogs go to heaven!  Even those who’ve been raised to be killers.  It wasn’t the dog’s fault, it was the owner’s).

Sometimes, it feels he is still with us, and I believe when we think of those who have moved on, it’s like a phone call to heaven, and they are allowed to visit for a while.  We might not be able to see them, but they can see us and hear and feel every word we say and I know they are still loving us.  The spirit lives on forever.  And love never dies.

We will never forget you, Jack.  We still love you and always will.  You just save our places up there, and we’ll see you soon.  Hugs and kisses from Mama, me and Hallie.  Good boy, Jack!


Author: Carol B Sessums

Writer, Editor, Coffee Addict, Lover of Mountains. Lives to shrink the planet, one story and connection at a time.

4 thoughts on “A Tribute to Jack”

  1. We have 3 kids and a pit bull mix and I couldn’t agree with you more! I’m sure you all miss Jack but his memory and you all are advocates for this breed that is much maligned. Thank you!


    1. Mama got a female pit this time around and she’s far more energetic, not as gentle and well-mannered as Jack was, but she’s funny and a good girl. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, but she is super hyper, and especially when she pays a visit to my 2 dogs (mini dachshund, 7 lbs, and gold lab/golden retriever mix, 100 lbs), or when Hallie comes around. She loves kids. It’s funny how much Socks resembles Jack, yet Mama did not plan it that way, although she is partial to the sable. Yes, pits have such a bad wrap and it seems most people have the misconception that they are all devil dogs. I feel great pity for all those who will miss out on the love and affection and intelligence of a pit bull, as well as for all the pits who are raised to be fighters. It’s not their fault. I wish all fighting dog owners would be put in prison for a very, very long time. The cool thing about rescuing the fighters – they can and have been rehabilitated and can actually become loving and peaceful with the right loving owners.
      I know there are many out there like you, Mama, me and Hallie, that know all pits aren’t dangerous. You can raise any dog to be a lover or a fighter. They will do anything you want them to. All dogs want is to please their owners. *hug*


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