I called her Sky. We lost her this past May, she was 17 1/2 years young. To the last breath she pranced around like a puppy. Many who saw her for the first time, during her escapes, thought she was a pup. I don’t have a photo of her here on this post, I’ll have to find one and submit on a future post. The link below reminded me of her.
Every time I step in our fenced in back yard, Sky’s yard, I think of her; it brings a smile even on the crappiest of days.
Check the link below of this beautiful wolf.