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Welcome to a page of mourning, a spirit was lost recently this sad year. I hope you will join in his mourning. His name was Lakota, his spirit lives on. In the hearts of wolves one could never die, yet to humans the flame goes out, as death is a principal only wolves truly know, respect. A wolf is but a spirit, living within the body of a canine, above all the creatures before it, Lakota was one to be respected. He sang his song to the last stay, staying with his dear pack until his last day. He was an Omega, as low as he was, he never questioned even once of leaving. His alphas were fair...until the great disease settled upon them, wolves had gone mad before his eyes and lakota...was first...to die. Bless the vets who saved the pack, what i one day wish to be is a vet myself. Keep the spirit alive. Thank you.
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