He was 4 or 5 when he decided to leave the family. I was to young to really understand what it was to lose a pet but I do remember the memories, each time we drove up in the drive way there he was ready to see how you are ,when you wake up in the morning and go out side there he is with his big brown eyes,when new people drove up and ask "is he a wolf" you can't help but smile and say no but he is beatiful.when you shut the car door dreft away you can't but cry cause he has that face.now that I'm older I miss him so much the day he ran a way I wished he would come back, but, a year or so later he did that made me so happy but once he got well he ran away again and never returned but where ever he is I pray he is okay but now years have came and gone but now we have a new dog and he does the same thing jack did but he has not ran away and he is still here his name is Brody but i think Jack whould of loved to know we are okay. ps live long live happily my pal Jack.