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After losing my beloved Yukon on May 4th, I and my family, to ease our grief, decided to look around at sites that had animals in need of homes.

I managed to find this guy on petfinder.com, and he was located in a shelter in Malone, NY. Granted, it was three and a half hours away, but I was so taken by his appearance and name (which was Wolfie) that I just had to meet him.

My father and I drove all the way to visit the shelter, which was a wonderful decision. Wolfie is a 9-month-old white Siberian Husky. He is a little dirty in this picture, which is understandable--he was picked up as a stray on April 25th, which I took to be a sign. That was my parent's anniversary.

Wolfie's sleeping in the hallway as I write this, surrounded by his toys, and he looks awfully happy.