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All I ever wanted was a wolf
Since I was a kid, seeing Mowgli cared for by that mother wolf, I asked God to give me a wolf that loved me. He answered that prayer a little over a decade ago. He was my best friend, he was all that I had. I left behind a destructive life to be his brother, and I never regretted it. He was my brother.
Category Photography / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Wolf
Size 1280 x 960px
File Size 153.5 kB
I agree with 
Vindictiive and say that you are probably the luckiest people ever. You have developed a personal bond with these magnificent creatures, not taking it for granted, and enjoy their company. Myself, and several others honor you for this great relationship. If more people were educated enough to stop telling "big bad wolf" stories, than the world could be better for us and them.
Vindictiive and say that you are probably the luckiest people ever. You have developed a personal bond with these magnificent creatures, not taking it for granted, and enjoy their company. Myself, and several others honor you for this great relationship. If more people were educated enough to stop telling "big bad wolf" stories, than the world could be better for us and them. 
Although I am not very religous as you know seeing through how much stuff you went through your life until something good happened to you that couldn't just have been coincidence.
I'm glad that your prayers got answered and that you could find a fellow, tortured soul like his and fullfill your dream.
All good things must sadly come to an end at times, but that's something that nobody can take from you, Dave. I hope things will get better for you, seems like you had a pretty hard time with recent events
I'm glad that your prayers got answered and that you could find a fellow, tortured soul like his and fullfill your dream.
All good things must sadly come to an end at times, but that's something that nobody can take from you, Dave. I hope things will get better for you, seems like you had a pretty hard time with recent events
Most often, the weekends. I would drive from Costa Mesa, to Lucerne Valley every Friday, and return every Sunday night. I spent as much time with him as I could. I would help around the sanctuary, but my mind was on him during the week at work. Sometimes while at work, I'd hear the song "Chasing cars" by Snow Patrol and it'd remind me of him. I would lay in there with him, sensing his wild soul, and the fact that he allowed me into his world, and just be in awe over it. How much he loved me. When I started going to the sanctuary, I was involved in various criminal activities, and hung out with the "wrong" crowd. I did and sold drugs, guns, etc. My friends were hard, hard people. I had already overdosed once.
I loved that wolf more than anything else in this world. It seemed like everyone, and everything had failed me. I had nothing. Nothing to live for, nothing to care for, nobody to love.
One day I believe it was God who spoke to me. He told me if I died, there would be no more Mishomi (The wolf's name) and if I went to prison, which was growing ever likely, there would be no more wolf there, either.
So I stopped the drugs, I cut ties with crimeys of times past, and I focused on the wolf. He became my driving force to endure the painful, difficult struggles of a fairly torrid past and ruined childhood.
When he died, it didn't hit me like I thought it would. He died a strong, magnificent creature. He died with his heart still wild, his big, golden eyes open, fighting to the end.
I know that I will see him again. I know that Heaven was +1 when he died. He was all I ever had. God used him to teach me truth, and give me meaning. To shape me into a man, and leave behind a deadly lifestyle.
I loved that wolf more than anything else in this world. It seemed like everyone, and everything had failed me. I had nothing. Nothing to live for, nothing to care for, nobody to love.
One day I believe it was God who spoke to me. He told me if I died, there would be no more Mishomi (The wolf's name) and if I went to prison, which was growing ever likely, there would be no more wolf there, either.
So I stopped the drugs, I cut ties with crimeys of times past, and I focused on the wolf. He became my driving force to endure the painful, difficult struggles of a fairly torrid past and ruined childhood.
When he died, it didn't hit me like I thought it would. He died a strong, magnificent creature. He died with his heart still wild, his big, golden eyes open, fighting to the end.
I know that I will see him again. I know that Heaven was +1 when he died. He was all I ever had. God used him to teach me truth, and give me meaning. To shape me into a man, and leave behind a deadly lifestyle.
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