Growing up in Canada near the US Border allowed me to live two types of lives, my city life, and my wilderness life. As a child I spent the majority of my life in Canada deep in the woods at our camp as my father was a logger traveling back and forth throughout the country. My town consisted of not to many people, less than 50, and everyone was close, for the most part. There wasn’t to many kids where we lived, I was say one of 5 maybe within my age group but I ended up spending most of my time with a neighbor of ours. This man lived alone and spent his days breeding his dogs and tending to his garden and herbs. I was always very fond of my neighbors dogs, I took the time out of my day to help take care of the dogs, cleaning them and keeping them under control. I was even lucky enough to help tend to the puppies when a litter was born.
Until about the age of 16 my years were mostly the same, helping mother throughout the winter and helping my neighbor most of the summer. One summer right before my 17th birthday my neighbor had a fresh litter of puppies however this litter was different, they were found under a shed in the woods and they were the result of half wolf puppies. These puppies were like no other dogs you could see the wildness of a wolf in their eyes. For my help throughout the years my neighbor gave me my own puppy to take care of, a dark haired puppy with the look of a wild wolf. This wolf was my best friend for years and years as he was the only person to listen to me when there was no one else around.
A dog is known as man’s best friend and this wolf treated me as his best friend until the end of his days. Upon my 25th birthday I looked down upon my dog that had once been a small puppy, he looked into my eyes and took a last breathe as if he was telling me everything would be ok now, I am at rest. The moment the last breathe was let out, at least 10 loud howls could be heard from the nearby forest, the timing was almost to perfect.
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