Lobo...for eleven years you were a part of our family. It would take a book to tell the story of your life, but it will always be in our memories. You were three quarters timber wolf...gentle, loyal and intelligent. You loved us as much as we loved you.
All dogs go to heaven... wolves too.
You fought hard to stay alive.
In the end though, you couldn't conquer death.
But neither did death conquer you.
Death cures all diseases, mends all broken bones, breaks all chains and...made you free at last.