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The little cub stretched and yawned in her quiet corner of the den. As she blinked the sleep from contented eyes she realized something was very different. There were other here today - elders that were not often seen playing amongst the cubs - some whose names she had only heard whispered. And while the elders did come to visit, never had she seen so many at once. And there was a flurry of activity - preparations.

Something was happening - or coming. She tried to recall, if it was a birthday it must be a special one, but whose? This was not a season of holidays - there had been no major events. The season of flowers was approaching - so it was not Papa's or Grandfather's or Papa's Ladywolf as their birthdays were nearer the dancing of the colored leaves.

But the signs were everywhere - the soft throws in the den were all shaken and fluffed, the den had been aired out and was spotless, all the cubs had brushed their fur and were on their best behavior, and the air was electric with happy excitement. Even at the season of giving when the world slept under a blanket of snow and the northern lights danced there had not been more excitement. But everyone seemed so busy, far too busy for the cub to dare stop just to hear the cub's questions.

As the cub looked around she saw an area of calm - no need to even look to see who. The feeling of calm was so pure she knew it was Mama visiting the cubs and the den. Mama could help the cub thought, she could always make time and her love and calm made even the most timid cub feel at ease. The cub worked her way quietly across the den toward Mama.

The cub eased up next to Mama, "Mama, what is coming? There are signs of a celebration - what do we celebrate?" Mama smiled - "a birthday cub - the birthday of our pack". The cub thought - a birthday - for the pack? When she had found this place of peace it had seemed it had always been - there was a before? There had been a time before the pack and the den?

Seeing the cub's puzzlement Mama smiled - "Come, let me tell you how this den and this pack came to be cub. Sit here and I will spin you a tale from the threads that are truth" As the cub sat mesmerized by the word pictures Mama painted, quietly the rest began to gather. Even those who knew well the tale having lived it wished to hear the story of how the love of one for all the rest had planted the seed that brought forth the birth of this special place.
Moma began quietly "June 19th 2001 - One very emotional evening that will have forever left a permanent scar in my heart. The night my world came crashing in upon me; the night where time stood still. The pain and sadness were overwhelming; it hurt so severely. I was in need of desperate help in order to survive. No, I would not ever survive. Fluffy, my little love, my soul mate was gone forever . Too much to bare. God allowed my trembling fingers to type in the Petloss site. I found this wonderful group of caring human beings who opened their arms to me and allowed the river of tears to flow freely without judging or interrupting. I yelled my baby was dead and they listened and offered me comfort and support I was in such desperate need of. As I tried to regain my sanity,. I felt their strong love and warmth reaching my bones and they will never know just how much they saved my life that fateful night. Those who know me well can relate that I have many times in the past said that without petloss I would have very easily committed an irreversible stupidity. I swore to myself that one day if ever the Lord allowed me to survive this devastating blow, I would do the same for others.
One of the first people I met was Lobowolf. The name struck me at first because I recalled of a soft rock band back in the 70's called Lobo . This man called Lobowolf was so attentive, loving, and kind as he quietly listened as I spilled my guts in sorrow and in tears. He gently asked me to return which of course I did. After a little while, we talked more and more and it felt so soothing and comforting. His words soothed me but mostly guided me; they whispered soft breaths of relief and love into my shaken and battered soul. I had never known anyone with so much wisdom and compassion; I felt this man had been served for a special purpose and was put on this earth to come to my rescue. I learned and listened carefully to this man who always seemed to know exactly what to say; what right words I needed to hear. It was as if I had known him forever. This unique and special bond was forming and it felt so natural, so comfortable. This man would teach me many of life's greatest lessons. As we spoke I mentioned it was quite a coincidence that he would carry the wolf name because my son's pet name since early childhood was Petit Loup {little wolf in french}. Lobowolf said: -then we shall call you Maman Loup - {which is of course mother wolf in french}.
His actions, his words, his kindness entered my very inner core. I wanted to learn more and more. Many people came to the site seeking for encouragement. It just felt so right and so good in my heart to try and find the right words; just to be there and try and offer a little comfort as steadily my own healing process was beginning.. If I was able to offer one small but sincere and honest hug of comfort to a friend who was so ravished inside by this overwhelming sadness, it swelled my heart with serenity. I had become a student of the great one and just wanted to be as he. ... He was and forever would remain my soul mate.
November 2001 - A new addition joined the petloss site. Even through her own great pain and anguish, when she spoke, you could sense the magic, the love and the same beautiful aura forming around her as the master. She was called Mpet. Her gentleness and her kindness were angelic. The sentiment my heart was transmitting the more we spoke and the more I listened to her speak with many as well as myself made me realize she was also so very special. One could feel the great love, devotion and caring this lady was vibrating. I knew she had also been put on this earth to cross my path. I felt so much love, admiration and affection for this person. I felt once again as if I had known her all my life. She always knew exactly what to say and when to say it. There was nothing she would not do to try and help, building pages in honor of our furbabies and doing it out of pure love and kindness, staying up many nights to listen to hurting souls and offer support and encouraging words. Fate allowed us to communicate by telephone one day and I realized this beautiful lady was my spirit sister and that she would remain engraved in my heart for the rest of my life.
Everything felt so right; being there the three of us and do all within our inner power to be there for lost and hurting friends. We had known this gut wrenching feeling oh so well. The magnetism that formed; that attracted all three of us was immense. She became Magicwolf. She is the one who originally created the wolfpack by taking note of everyone's names and fur babies' names, date of birth and date of passing. One specific and particular point we noticed was that we were bonded by one similar event… The 19th. We had all three lost our precious furbabies on the same fateful date. We knew we had a mission, the same mission; we fought and believed in the same causes. Not only had an alliance formed but also started a beautiful saga based on mutual love, friendship, respect, and trust.
I bow humbly to my two beloved and greatest friends to whom I own a great deal
Thank you Lobowolf and Magicwolf for allowing me to be part of your lives and your dreams
And as Moma finished all were silent - and all felt the love well up in their hearts.

The story as told to the little wolf by maman loup and passed on by the cubs who went on to live the pack life ever and one day more in peace.