My heart is empty, Because Wolfsbane is not there to fill the space. I miss my little black and white friend, my fat, fuzzy, five year old puppy girl -- My best friend. She wasn't here all that long but I loved her more than most thing -- than most people. She had the sweetest heart, the kindest eyes, the coldest nose. She had a way of looking at you, Searching you with her large brown eyes with black rims -- and Egyptian look to her German shepherd face. I will miss that face and those gentle eyes and running my fingers through her soft fur. I'll miss feeding her and walking with her and playing with her and shaking her paw and teaching her or being taught by her and simply sitting with her in her corner. She knew I loved her, I believe. With a kiss to her Antarctic brown nose or the top of her furry little head, I told her so a million times. She understood human thought, human word, human action. I will miss that understanding, that acute sense of how things were. My heart is empty now. Lacking in so many things that Wolfsbane's presence added in. My soul is weary now without the constant unending friendship of My Chubbins. I'm alone now, Stranded in a world I don't like, understand, or fit into, and don't care to like, understand, or fit into. But the emptiness, the weariness, the loneliness are all temporary earthly things. And I am sure that a day is on its way when I will see Wolfie's face and her gentle eyes again, and run my fingers throught her soft fur again, and feed her, walk with her, play with her, shake her paw, teach her or be taught by her, and simply sit in her corner with her again -- Wolfsbane, who was never My Possession, but My Most Cherished Companion.