It Started with the Love of MISTY

And continued with the love of MsMuff


Many moons ago, a woman came into the room where
I was visiting, Petloss.com was that room.
This Lady was hurting from the great loss of a furbaby,
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We talked with others, we tried to help this hurting one.
As I listened to her story, Misty tears formed in these eyes.
Just as they are as i write this page of love for her
As the days passed, in time, we became friends.
The hurt grew less for both of us as
she walked the dusty path of the Lonewolf with me.
My love for her has grown.
She has so much love in her heart to give,
Even through her own tears she tried to help others
We are most happy to call this one daughter
for She means the world to us
As we walked the dusty path
there were rocky places
but we overcame the roughness of the trail
and this day have become close friends
MistyWolf is willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
She seems to me a gentle, caring, loving soul.
When she feels up to it she continues to go to
Petloss.com in an attempt to help others
Let it be known she has kept her promise
to go when she could and time permitted
Please let it be known, I love this pack of wolves
with all the heart that is in me.
Forever and one day more will I love you all.
May the gentle wind called peace be ever in the
hearts of those that care for others pain.


 

Wolf Of The Month

For this Ninth "Wolf of the Month" for the New Year,
 "This Pack of Wolves" does hereby declare that
 we shall honor MistyWolf, "Maddie", for the
many things she "does" for this pack of wolves.
For her dedication, Caring, and Love, for helping
others with hurting hearts, suggestions, and coming to the chatroom
and being a kind and caring soul.
for her devotion to loss of pets.
For all you do, we thank you, Daughter to Me,
and Sister and friend to others.
We love you MistyWolf, ever and one day more
 

I love this story poem so much i decided to leave it here on Misty's page also.

THE WOLF AND THE ROSE

Nothing escaped his sight,
as he walked tenderly through the snow
in a glade
he came upon it there,
a single rose of beauty
that had risen from beneath the snow.
As he trudged
through the snow, lonesome and weary
having no special place to go,
the rose was quitely waiting from the depths of the ground below.

Dare he proceed without caution,
and let the beauty
of the rose become the ruler within
but the rose was such a challenge,
he dare not pass it by,
for only her beauty was in the view from his eyes.
For the rose upon the snow,
was beauty that lay upon the ground.

Such tenderness within her,
soft petals all around,
the wolf was amazed
that in the snowy blanket
such a rose could be found.

He paced around the rose
waiting for his prey
to make a sound or movement
on that cold winter day,
then the wolf lay down beside her
upon the snowy ground.

His sense of protection was gathered all around.
His warmth surrounded her,
but the rose lay quietly within the blanket of snow
for bound by the roots beneath her
she had no place to go.

Beauty in the forest wild
reaching for the sun
she feared that her beauty
was soon to be outdone
for even with the warmth and protection
of the wolf
who laid beside her in the snow
the rose would not be able
to live beneath the snow.

But the wolf stayed beside her
through all the storms and wind
for the rose
had stirred something in his heart
and he felt warmth from deep within.

When the storms of winter passed and
warmth was in the ground,
the rose continued to grow
because of the warmth
from the wolf she had found.
His beauty lay within him and
his protection and in part
let the rose beneath the snow
gather winter warmth
from his heart.

Among the wilderness of imagination
this story has no end
because it is about love
that can only grow from deep within.
Be it a wolf and a rose in the snow
or two people that love each other
and need to say....

I love you with all my heart!

Author unknown



For all you have done for me MistyWolf, I thank you. For all you have done for others, I love you.


YELLOW EYES

By Joan L. Van Vels

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

 

  • HOMEPAGE

    May the Gentle Wind of Peace be the wind that fills
    the sails of your ship of Dreams. *LoboWolf