Dear Friends,

From the moment I was born, humans have controlled my life. They separated my brothers, sisters, and I from our mom instantly. I was fed from a bottle and was always being picked up and touched. The humans would pet us when we whined, believing they could comfort us for something they could never give us. I had the company of my siblings for a short time until they were taken away, one by one.

Soon it was my turn, and the humans took me to their home. They treated me like a dog instead of wild animal; keeping me in a kennel and feeding me brown kibble food. They put a collar on me and tried to walk me on a leash. None of this felt right to me; I knew this wasn’t the life I was meant to live. When I was young I would cooperate, standing no chance against them. However, as I grew and grew I began to get strong. I developed long legs with large feet and claws, and my teeth came in big and sharp. I wanted to run and rip with my new instincts, but the humans wouldn’t allow it. When they tried to play with me I would accidentally hurt them, and they would punish me by shoving me back into my small kennel.

This is the only life I have ever known. The inside of a house is the environment I am familiar with, but I didn’t belong there and soon my owners grew tired of me. They slowly quit letting me out of the kennel, afraid of what I could do to them, realizing even if humans raised me I still had my wild instincts. Soon after that the food began to dwindle as well. I could hear them discussing what they would do with me. One night they brought the kennel to a wooded area and opened the door. I wandered out without my leash thinking I was free, taking off in a run. The confusion set in as I realized I had no idea where I was and what to do. This was the first time I had been alone outside or felt the woods surrounding me. I didn’t know what I was supposed to eat or how to hunt. The woods they took me to were too small, and I soon wandered into a neighborhood. I wasn’t afraid of the people I saw because this was the environment I was used to, but I didn’t know they were afraid of me.

After I was spotted a few times some people came to capture me. I thought I would be kept in a kennel again, but instead I was taken to Wild Paws. Here I was introduced to another of my kind. We have become a small pack, which helps me learn about what it means to be a wolf and gain confidence. They also provide proper food that satisfies my cravings. These are the only humans I have been able to trust because they have provided the best care possible for me in a place large enough for my wellbeing and where I can sleep in the peacefulness of the night. This place has been the only place that has felt like a home to me.

Sincerely,
Igasho the gray wolf

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