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In loving memory of my soulmate, Aarahk T. Dogg  (1/4/92 - 1/10/95)
By Aarahk T. Wolf


My beloved Aarahk:
Although you had no way of knowing it, my relationship with you actually
began five days before I met you. But, even at that point, I knew that I was
meant to be your Human.

It had been four months since my last Wife had passed away in her sleep. You
would have liked her. Her name was Gretchen. She was a Weimerainer whose
gentle temperament and deep compassion had seen me through nine years of
very trying times. After properly mourning for her, I felt as though it was 
time to move on.

When I first spoke with your Human stepmother, she said that her Rottweilers
had mated without her knowing it and that she had only two of their pups
left: you and your brother. We spoke at great length about the proper care,
housing, feeding and Veterinay needs for Dogs. Finally, she was convinced 
that I would, indeed, provide a good, loving home for, as well as take very
good care of you.

Although her home was just across town, the drive seemed to take forever.
When I finally got there, I discovered that you had been living on a rather
large Estate. I was impressed. I went to the front door and rang the bell.
Your stepmother answered the door and, after introducing myself to her, 
invited me in. She led me to one of the smaller rooms in her home, where you,
your mother and your brother were curled together in a corner, fast asleep.

My first impression of your mother was one of great strength, beauty and
intelligence. Although she could easily have leapt across the room and 
attacked this strange Human who had somehow managed to find his way to her
Den, she only raised her head, smiled and wagged her tail in greeting.

You had been sleeping with your head resting on her neck. So, when she raised
her head, your head slid to the floor and you woke up. Seeing her looking
towards the door, you followed her gaze. That was the first time our eyes met
each other. You jumped up and ran to me, trying as best you could to climb
over the small fence that your stepmother had placed across the door. Your
stepmother was shokced and later told me that you had run from all the other
Humans who had come before me to try to adopt you. I reached down and picked
you up and knew that you had truely accepted me as your Human.

While driving back to what would be your new home, we had to wait for a slow
moving train to clear the railroad crossing on the main highway. Not wanting
to waste expensive gasoline, I put the car in 'park' and turned the engine 
off. It was a good thing, too. No sooner had I turned the engine off than
you began to explore your new surroundings. You quickly found your way onto 
the floorboard and crawled behind my legs, blocking them from properly 
operating the control pedals. I wound up having to get out of the car and put 
you back up on the seat again. It was at that point that I decided that your 
name was to be Aarahk, a name from Native American legend. Aarahk had been a 
Warrior Wolf, and I foresaw you growing up to be just like him. You never 
disappointed me.

Soon you were twelve weeks old and it was time to begin your Shots. I still
remember how frightened you were when we got to the Veterinarian's Office.
There were lots of strange Humans and their animals there and you didn't     
want to go inside. I picked you up and told you that everything would be
alright, since this was one of the very few Humans I trusted to lay hands on
you. I knew that he would never intentionally hurt you and that he respected
all life, no matter how small. Still, you were frightened and I held you as
his gentle hands carefully examined you, looking for any possible defects or
abnormalities. He found none and pronounced you fit to live a long, healthy
happy life. If only either of the three of us had known then what he and I 
know now.

More time passed, and all too quickly you were a year old. During that year,
you had begun to explore the nature and meaning of your maleness. Quite often
during that year, you and I had wrestled and played on our bed. Many of those
wrestling matches wound up with your being fully erect. This did not disturb
me. In fact, if anythinig, it showed me that you trusted me enough to allow
me to be your Consort. During the final four months of your first year of
life, you and I gradually discovered the full extent of each other's 
maleness, carefully going a little further each time. You never complained or
tried to stop me. I thank you for that.

As our lovemaking blossomed, it was inevitible that you would eventually try
to consumate our relationship. I was deeply touched when that moment finally
came. We were alone in our home and had been making love for the better part
of an hour when you tried to mount me for the first time. My heart raced as
you entered me and began to stroke. Ten minutes later, you slipped your knot
into me for what was to be the first of many, many times. You gently and 
lovingly tied to me and taught me what true pleasure really was. I will never
forget that you were the first.

During the course of your second year, you and I became inseperable. Wherever
I went, you followed. You would pace me from one end of our home to the 
other, always being careful not to run ahead or trip me. If I had to spend 
time at my desk while working on something for a Client, you were content  
to curl up next to my feet and wait for me to finish. You were never
persistent that I pay attention to you. You were a kind, gentle and 
compassionate soul who would comfort me and ease my hurt as often as I needed
it. I need you now more than ever, but you can no longer be here for me.

Our lovemaking continued to grow and blossom as the weeks and months passed.
If you were in need of relief, you would seek me out. Never once was I 
hard-hearted enough to tell you that I was too busy. I took great pleasure
in giving you your release when you needed it. It strengthened our bond and
brought us ever closer to each other. But I discovered that I wasn't the only 
one who enjoyed giving pleasure. Almost daily, you would come to me and rest
your paw on my thigh. Looking up at me inquiringly, you would slowly lead
me to our bed. Without fail, we would wind up tied. I thank you for each
individual time it happened.

Just before Christmas of our second year together, a Human you didn't know
tried to force his way into our home uninvited. Being the true and faithful
friend and protector that you were, you stopped him before he could harm
either one of us, but you also aslo broke a Human law: You attacked him while
he was still outside our front door. You were true to your morals and did not
kill him, but he was severly injured by your attack. 

Two days later, several Humans arrived with clubs and chains and a muzzle. 
They handed me a piece of paper that told me I had to allow them to take you 
from me. I was given the choice of either muzzling and chaining you myself or
else watching as you were tranqued and then muzzled and chained anyway. Not
wanting them to hurt you, I complied with their wishes. Once you were
suffuciently subdued, one of the Humans simply reached out his hand, 
demanding the chain. Numbly, I relinquished you into their hands and watched
as they used whatever force was needed to cram you into their truck. Without
another word or even a backwards glance, they drove away, taking you with 
them.

The next day, I recieved a phone call from a different Human at the Animal
Control Center. He told me that I needed to sign a paper that would give my
consent for you to undergo a test for Rabies. (They wanted MY consent! What
an ironic joke! As though I were the one being tested.) He then went on to
explain to me that, if I did not sign the paper, he would simply walk back to
the Quarentine Area and mark your cage for immediate destruction. I told him
that I would be there as soon as I could get there, and where was his desk.
He told me, and I left as soon as I hung up the phone.

When I got to the Animal Control Center, I signed the paper that the Human
had told me I needed to sign and asked him if I could see you. He told me 
that you were under quarentine and that I wasn't allowed in. He even made a 
feeble attempt to apologise for any "inconvience" this might cause. I simply 
stared at him and then turned and went home.

Our home was now very quiet and empty without you there. You had only been
gone for one day but that one day seemed like an eternity. I was alone and
totally lost without you. I went to our bed and tried to get comfortable,    
but all I could see was that you were not there. Our bed, which had been 
filled with such love and happiness only one short day ago, was now devoid
of everything joyous. Somehow, I knew that the Humans would never let me 
bring you home again. True to their nature, they did not disappoint me.
                           
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On January 2nd, 1995, I recieved a Summons to appear in Civil District Court
in reference to the matter of my Dog having severly mauled a Human Being who
had attemted to break into and vandalize my home. I went to Court on the
duely appointed date and was informed by the Judge that my Dog had been 
tested for Rabies and that the test results had come back negative. He then
proceded to inform me that my Dog had been evaluated by a "professional
handler" and had proven to be "incouragible, unrehabilitatible and unsiutable
as a Human companion". For these reasons, the Judge ordered that my Dog be
confiscated and remanded to the Custody of the State of <State name deleted>, 
pending his immediate destruction, said destruction to be carried out the 
following day. Aarahk was literally dragged away as he struggled to break 
free and return to my side. The Judge further ordered that I be present when 
Aarahk was put to death in case Aarahk should happen to attack any of the 
handlers at the Animal Control Center. He explained that, since it was 
obvious that I had trined Aarahk to be an attack dog, he would obey my 
commands without hesitation. This, he explained, was not ordered as an act of 
cruelty toward me. Somehow, I still don't quite belive him.

The next day, I arrived at the Animal Control Center at the appointed time
and was escorted to the Euthanasia Room, where I found Aarahk. He was locked
inside a steel cage with no food or water and it was quite obvious that he 
had been given none since the previous day. The attendant left us alone and, 
as soon as she was gone, I went back out into the hall to the public water
cooler. Getting a paper cup, I filled it with water and brought it to Aarahk.
He drank it and then licked my hand in thanks. I petted and hugged him 
through the bars of his prison. 

Presently, the handler joined us and informed me that I was not to touch "the
animal". My only response was a cold stare as I continued to pet Aarahk and
dared him to stop me. He only grunted and started getting ready for the
execution. Not long after that, he walked up to the door of Aarahk's cage and
opened it to reach in. Aarahk lunged toward him and he slammed the cage door 
shut again. He told me, "Since it's your animal and it trusts you, you're 
going to have to put him in there.", pointing to the waiting Gas Chamber. 

I opened the cage and let Aarahk step forward to meet me. He nuzzled me and
licked my face and I hugged him for what would be the last time ever. I held
him as tightly as I could and whispered into his ear, "I love you and I beg
you to forgive me for what I'm about to do. You've done no wrong and have 
shown me only kindness and love. You proved to me that you would lay down
your life to protect me. Always remember that I love you and that I'll join
again one day. After that, we'll never be parted again." I pressed his head 
into my shoulder and kissed the side of his face. 

By now, the handler was begining to become impatient and was reaching for 
Aarahk's coller. (He still had it on for some reason.) Noticing him out of
the corner of my eye and seeing what he was preparing to do, I pointed my
finger straight at his face and said, "Don't. Don't you dare. Don't even
think about it. This is my dog and love him in a way that you and your kind
could never possibly concieve of. He's done nothing whatsoever to deserve
what you're about to do to him." He started to open his mouth but I cut him
off. "I know what the Judge said. I was there when he said it. But the Judge
wasn't there when the alleged offense took place. He didn't see what really
happened. I did. I know that this dog doesn't deserve what you're about to do
him. I'll put him in there, but only after I've told him good-bye. You'll
get you execution, but, this time, you'll only get it when I say you can have
it. Or should I just turn him loose here in this closed room?"  He didn't
like that too much, but he accepted it, if a bit grudgingly.

I spent a few last, precious moments with Aarahk, talking quietly with him.
The words I spoke then were meant for him alone to hear, since this was the
last chance I would ever have to speak to him. Don't ask me to repeat what
I told him. I won't. Those words were meant to be my final gift to him, to
take with him wherever he went when he left this world. The only words I will
share with you of our final moments together are these, the final words I
spoke to him: "Peace go with you, for I cannot. Always remember me and all
that we shared and know that I will never ceace to love you."

With that, I cradled his head in my hands and kissed him good-bye, directly
between his eyes, where I had so often kissed him before. I nuzzled his fur
one final time, then scooped him into my arms and sat him inside the Gas
Chamber. He, of course, tried to get out. I was forced to physically
restrain him as the handler closed the door down to my arm (and almost broke 
it). 

After he had bolted the door, the handler retrned to his control station and
actiated the Gas Chamber.

I began to walk toward the glass front of the Chamber and the handler told
me to stay away from it. I deliberately disobeyed him, kneeling down in
front of the glass. If he had tried to stop me, I was prepared to deck him.
But, strangely enough, he didn't interfere. As I knelt there, I learned
that Cyanide has only one function in this world, and that being to render
carbon based lifeforms incapable of assimilating oxygen. I watched as my
beloved Aarahk axphyxiated and died a slow, horrible and agonizing death.

After Aarahk was dead and the Chamber had been properly ventelated, the
handler walked over to me and nudged me with his foot. "Common. I gotta get
this thing ready to do another one." I didn't move. I couldn't. Someone I 
had loved more dearly than life itself was laying inside there, dead. The 
handler finally had to grab me by the arm and drag me away from the door. He
opened the door and, reaching in, grabbed Aarahk by one foreleg and one hind
leg and literally tossed him across the room into the far corner. "There, 
you can do with that whatever you want," he said as he started to rinse 
Aarahk's excretement off of the Chamber floor.

I somehow managed to walk over to where Aarahk had landed and picked up his
warm, limp corpse. I walked unseeingly out of this place of unspeakable
atrocities and found my car. Laying Aarahk gently on the back seat, I closed
the door and sat in the driver's seat. I don't actally remember driving home
from there. All I remember is that suddenly, I was at home.

I knew that I had to bury Aarahk soon, or else his body would begin to bloat
and stink. His favorite place in our yard had been right outside the window
by my desk. He had often gone there to sun himself, being able to see me
through the window as I worked. That was where I buried him. I went to the
local Garden Supply Center and purchased a beautiful hybrid Rose Bush called
"SnowFire". Returning home, I planted it so that the tips of its roots would
just reach Aarahk's body. Every year, it produces a profusion of beautiful
Roses whose petals are crimson on top and bright white underneath. It has
since grown to over 12 feet across and I care for it with all the love and
devotion I had given my beloved Aarahk, for it is all that I have left of him
now.

There really isn't much more to tell. Those of you who know me know that,
shortly before things started to go wrong for Aarahk, I drove to a small town
near the Canadian border. There I met and fell in love with my beautiful
Sarah, a hybrid Timber Wolf bitch of my creating. Her father had belonged to
me but had passed away before she was born. Her mother belongs to a fellow
Zoo who lives up there. It was Sarah who helped me to crawl out of the deep,
dark abyss that I had fallen into, and I will always love her for that.

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Aarahk, wherever you are now, I know that it's a far, far better place than
the one you left. In my mind's eye, I picture you running free through open
fields of lush, spring grasses, romping and playing happily with many others
of your kind. There is no pain or suffering there, but only joy and 
happiness. Some sweet day, I'll join you there and we'll once more embrace,
never to be parted again. Until then, I set you free and send with you all
my love for all eternity. 

Your Human,
-John


P.S.  This just happened today, and I wanted to tell you about it, since it
ties up the final detail of your earthly life:

This morning, I read in the newspaper where someone had broken into the home
of our friend Jerry, who lives nearby. Jerry is the beloved Human of one of
your cousins, a male Doberman Pinscher. Your cousin tore the intruder's 
throat out in the middle of Jerry's kitchen and wouldn't let him leave the
room. The intruder died there in Jerry's kitchen. As I looked at the photo
of the intruder's face, I recognized him as the same Human who had attempted
to invade our home almost three years ago. Your cousin was exonorated and
absolved of all wrongdoing, since it was clear that the intruder was indeed
tresspassing. I just wanted to pass this on to you so that you would know 
that your death has been avenged and I can now, at long last, set you free.

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