Faith in Ferocity

Such a bittersweet day, for this old wolf.

Indisciminately?

I've given paw, play-bowed, smiled, danced, wagged my tail low, and made soft eyes and "airplane ears" at you; but all of these years, you've never rubbed those ears--presuming that, were I capable of hurting you in any way, I would.

Now, my stomach has twisted; I'm too weak and in pain to move, and soon I'll cross the veil...

NOW, you finally give me love.