CHARLEY
There was a little scrap of paper on the bulletin board
at the post office, just a scrap. That was where I first
learned about Charley.
The scrap of paper said, "pure wolf pups", phone number
936-7000, maybe I have forgotten the number, but no one
has ever forgotten Charley.
Answering the phone, this nice sounding man informed me
that his puppies could be seen anytime , "come on over".
The address I had been given was easy to find, but after a
long drive-way I had to stop because a giant, grey wolf stood
in the middle of the driveway a respectable distance from the
house.
Now what to do ? Get out of the car and be eaten by this giant ?
Believe it or not, that was my decision. I stepped out and the
giant grey wolf moved slowly up to me, sniffed, then took my
wrist , gently , in his great jaws and started backing toward the
house with me in tow.
Near the house we stopped by a large woven wire pen in which
resided a mother wolf and her five puppies. Almost immediately
a man came out and wanted to know my name , something about
me and where i lived. He seemed pleased with the answers and
said , "take your pick".
All the puppies were cute and bouncy, except one, he seemed to
love his father and I was sure that when grown he would be the
'spitt`n image' of his sire. This puppy was not playing with the others,
instead he sat next to his father by the fence and sort of smiled.
Some strange voice seemed to be telling me that was the one I should
choose. Very soon I made the decision, he was the one, the little grey wolf who loved his Dad.
I may as well have started life as new because life began for me when
Charley took up residence at my place.
This was no puppy like I had ever known, eight weeks of age and I
awakened the first night to hear the little guy singing a sad song by
light of the full moon.
When Charley was three months of age I found him on top of the car
one morning. At a year Charley had taken complete charge.
The more I loved and petted Charley , the more independant he became.
We grew like this, closer and more family for sixteen (16) years.
A couple of weeks after his sixteenth birthday Charley stopped
eating, I tried everything, he just stopped.
The Vet informed me that Charley had cancer of the stomach and
he should be allowed to euthanize him. A terrible moment , but
I could not stand to let him suffer , I gave in.
Charley is buried at the foot of a large pine, his pine, on his ranch.
This is Charley`s place, I just watch over it for him while he is gone.
------------- Eagle Cruagh
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