An Open Letter To The Fools That Set Me Free

Dear Animal Hater,

I have heard many names in my life such as “animal lover” or “animal activist” but until this past January 1st, I never knew there were such a thing as “animal haters”.  You see, my whole life, I have been surrounded by two-leggeds.  They bring food, they talk to me and my friends, and they look after my health, although that always starts with  a needle shot into my bum and ends with me sleeping off a hangover!  Sometimes other two-leggeds come to see me too. They take pictures of me and my friends, and they also try to talk to us.  We have an understanding with our two-leggeds, we have our space, and they have theirs, and there is a clear and defined boundary separating the two called a fence.

A few weeks ago, very early one winter morning, some two-leggeds came along and made a big hole in our fence.  At first we were scared.  Scared of the two-leggeds and then scared of the hole.  Being the alpha male and female, it was of course Granite and myself who made the first move.  We didn’t realize that Luna and Lonestar would follow us, but follow us they did.  After years of living in a safe and secure place, the world was suddenly open to us.  A world we knew very little about, but were certainly excited to see.  At first, we stayed where the ground was flat and hard.  The walking was easier there than trudging through the heavy snow, but as we were walking, something started chasing us.  It was like nothing I had ever seen; big, shiny, and fast.  Just as we were trying to figure out a way to safety, Luna yelped and fell down, and the big shiny monster moved in beside her, its mouth opening, and stole her away.  When I looked around to see where Granite and Lonestar were hiding, I realized that Granite was also lying down, and she appeared to be bleeding.  I tried to help clean her up, but in the end, she really was not feeling well and chose to lie down until we could figure out what to do.

All I wanted was to be back in the safety of our enclosure, but now I couldn’t leave Granite alone, the monster might come back.  So Lonestar and I stood vigil over her for the next few days and nights.  When hunger would not allow us to ignore it’s pleas anymore, we had to go foraging for food.  We had never had to do this before, and I wish we never had to again.  It is not easy trying to feed yourself, and certainly none of us had any experience with hunting.  Luckily, we all have pretty good noses, and they seemed to lead us to a place with plenty of food.  I think you two-leggeds call it a “dump”.  While everything sure did smell good, none of it was filling.  Certainly not like the yummy beavers that we were used to eating.  In addition to our hunger, Granite was now getting weaker and weaker.  We tried to lead her back to the safety of our enclosure, but there was no way to get back in.  With the passage of a few more days, she didn’t even have the strength to walk, and it was all she could do to take her place among the trees, and find a little privacy.  When I heard the two-leggeds approaching, I got scared.  Too scared to stay by her side, so Lonestar and I took off, and hoped for the best.  When we last visited our family at the wolf center enclosure, we were told she had died.  We found where they buried her and howled our grief to the sky.  I would never see my Granite again.  The mother of my pups, my life mate, my friend.  

Lonestar and I have been on the run since then.  We have been unable to get back into our enclosure, and to be quite honest, we are now more than a little afraid of the two-legged ones.  We have been back a few times to visit our pack, but have also been roaming in wider and wider circles.  There are have been times we have gone without eating for days, and other times that we have been chased away from our food by other wolves, big, shiny, fast monsters, or the two legged ones.  Lonestar is recovering from a bite he got while in a fight with another wolf.  Hopefully he won’t feel the need to “lie down” and leave me on my own.

I don’t know what will become of us.  We would like to re-join our pack, they have been left without an alpha male or female, but I don’t know if we will ever be able to get back into our enclosure.  I wish I had never slipped through that hole in the fence.  Did those two-leggeds mean for Granite and Luna to die?  Did they kill them?  Do they also fear the big shiny monster?  Will I ever have the comfort of a full belly and a safe place to sleep?  Will I ever have a mate again? Is this what you wanted when you cut that hole in the fence?Image Why couldn’t you just leave us alone?



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