California

from being tied to a tree in 100 degrees and receiving multiple beatings. I went over to the home and told him I was going to call the police or Pound (at the time a kill holding facility until I helped the community organize to build a no-kill) The drunk man came to my door and surrendered him. He was about 1 year old. I named him Aman. No one would adopt him due to his behavior. I kept him.
He wanted to go outside quickly one morning and I walked him outside his run as he had been having lameness and other issues so did not run. He fell to the ground and bled out in front of me. My heart broke. Ruptured hidden abdominal cyst? they thought. They are hard to see. He was only about 11-12. My lovely boy.
Found out he was part wolf when I had a specialist drive up to fix a cruciate ligament. It all made sense at that point. Took 5 of us to hold him down to give him a shot to calm him. The pill did not work.
I was blessed. I was truly truly blessed.
The vet said I did something very special in loving him.
It has been about 7 years now since he has left me. Miss telling him to "crack a smile" and watching him bar his teeth.