Instead, he leaned into me, pushing his furry head against mine. There was something about the gesture. Even though I couldn’t communicate with him like other wolves could, I knew what he was saying. I’m with you. You’re not alone. Considering the lifetime of goodbyes I’d said, knowing that he was standing here—when he could very easily blame me for ruining his life—and was supporting me in my grief…it meant more to me than he could possibly know.
❤️
