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      In Spirit

This page is dedicated to those who have passed....as the years go by, we face the prospect of loosing those who have been with us over the years, and their lives all too brief for our choosing, although their memories will be with us until we too go the route all living things do...

 

In Memory of Wleasel (1991 - 2003)
 

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Wleasel, "special puppy" & most beloved

The beautiful gray and white wolf padded up to me, tail wagging with what looked like a smile on her sweet face. Her warm amber eyes regarded me with an intelligence that shone through them, galvanizing me on the spot. Instantly, I fell in love with her. Little did I know that I was to become a part of her life.

My visit to the Wolf Lady was a birthday present from my husband. He knew how dearly I loved the wolf, how totally fascinated and enamoured I was with this magnificent animal. He had found out through a friend about Liz, the Wolf Lady, and her family of wolves and called her to set up my birthday surprise.

Standing there with my jaw dropped down, marveling at the beauty, power and love these animals emanated, I knew that my life was to be forever changed.

Wleasel stood beside me along with some of her pack mates, Sheba and Renfield. I was amazed at how soft they were, how sweet and friendly they acted with a total stranger. I dont think I stopped smiling the whole time I was there. I went from one wolf to the next, patting and talking to them. I was in love.

Liz told me all about how she came to be with her little family. I listened with amazement as she told me of her sacrifices to save some of them from fates that no animal should have to endure.

I watched as Wleasel, 10 at the time, lay down on the ground with her head between her paws. I reached down to pet her and her tail responded with a happy thump thump on the dirt. I could tell that she was very smart and indeed my suspicions were found to be correct after Liz recounted tales about her cunning ways. She told me the story of how Wleasel had been digging under the fence one day, attempting to pull a houdini act while her mother Juno kept watch for her. Whenever Liz appeared at the window, Wleasel would somehow get a cue from Juno and stop digging, looking as innocent as she could. Of course Liz knew what they were up to. I found the story to be quite funny, but was totally impressed at how very intelligent these wolves really are.

We stayed for a couple of hours to visit with Liz and her wonderful family. I was totally smitten with them all. I stayed in touch with Liz and we became good friends. It was not long after, that Liz and the wolves moved to the beautiful mountains of North Carolina to fulfill a dream of hers to start a wolf sanctuary/educational center. You see, wolves and wolf hybrids are illegal to have in Georgia. North Carolina has no law against them so she bought 40 acres on the side of a beautiful mountain and began the Herculean task of building and planning for the sanctuary. One day, she asked me if I would like to be a part of The Sanctum, the name that she chose for the project. I was overjoyed and told her I would be honored to be with her and her wolves. I began to make plans to move to North Carolina and a year later, my dream became a reality.

In July of 2002, my son and I moved from Atlanta to Spruce Pine North Carolina. I was reunited with the wolves and Liz and began volunteering my time to help her with her dream. As the days passed, I grew closer and closer to her and the wolves. My love affair with them grew deeper and I knew that this is what I had been missing out on. To help in any way to love, defend and protect, and educate people about this often-maligned animal, was truly what I wanted to do with my life.

I worked for weeks building the web site for the Sanctum, a labor of love and devotion. I would visit them, happy each day to see them. Most of them came to know me and accept me as part of their lives. Needless to say, I was honored that they would remember and greet me with a wag of a tail and a wolfie grin.

Liz developed our Wolf Trek program, a project where we take our three ambassador wolves out to do educational programs at schools, organizations, clubs and community affairs. Wleasel, VPetti and Sheba were always a hit with anyone who came in contact with them. With good humor and gentleness I have seldom seen, they allowed themselves to be petted and fawned over by countless adults and children. I marveled at the affect they had on people. Children, who were previously afraid of dogs, magically took to the wolves in a way that was truly wonderful to watch. One woman confessed that her little boy had been having bad dreams about wolves.  She said he would dream about teeth and claws and awaken in a terror.  He was a little anxious at first, but as soon as he saw the gentle nature of our Wleasel, his fears were conquered and he was soon petting her and hugging her.  Wleasel responded with a gentle wag of her tail and a friendly lick as the boy smiled and looked at his mom.  It was heart warming to watch the interaction between the boy and the animal he had been so afraid of.  He and his mother both left the festival with a new outlook and respect for the Wolf.  It was very satisfying for us all to know that we had in some way, changed an opinion...a misconception about these wonderful creatures.  To us, it makes our program a complete success and a rewarding experience for everyone.

I am so blessed to have been given this opportunity. It has enriched my life immeasurably and I would not trade a single day of my time with the wolves for anything. Each of them has their own unique personality, their own unique look, their own loving ways.

Our dear Wleasel left us on a cold day in February.  She passed away from cancer.  All of her loved ones were in attendance at her graveside to say goodbye.  I will always remember her spirit, her charm and her loving ways.  I will remember my first glimpse of her and how she befriended me.  But most of all, I will remember what she taught me.  She taught me that to love a wolf, is to love totally and completely.  That when you give to them with your heart and soul, you will get back ten fold.  My life has changed for the better, having known and interacted with Wleasel and her pack mates. I want to thank them all for that wonderful gift.

The Wolf Trek Program has lost a valued and well-loved member. Sheba and VPetti will carry on with our newest addition, a pup called Mato Ska. He is a white bundle of fur and energy that was gifted to The Sanctum for our Wolf Trek Program. He has a lot to learn, but in time he will grow into a full-fledged Wolf Trekker and a very useful and well loved member of our family.

Wleasel, we love you and miss you very much.  Happy hunting, old girl.

Written by Deborah VanDyke

 

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In Memory of Sheba (Feb 1992 - Jan 2005)
 
Being around Sheba dispelled all the myths about "wolfdogs."  She was a sweet, loving, beautiful wolfdog.  She came when you called.  She behaved in the house better than any canine I've ever had in a house....never destroyed anything, didn't chew on the furniture, and rarely ever had an "accident" except for a few times when she was ill.   She rarely needed to be on a "lead"....and then it was more for the comfort of others.   Sheba loved everyone.  A gentle soul, she was the perfect "Ambassador" with children's groups....I think the Girl Scouts were her favorite, as they always gave her cookies when she would come to visit their groups for a program.
 
She did jump out of the car once to go chase a rabbit.....but to suggest that she should be living in the "wild", well, she would have told that human to go back to sleeping in a cave....give her a comfortable rug, or the sofa, and trips to McDonalds and KFC for chicken livers.   She especially enjoyed "sleep overs" at Julia's, since Julia could "talk" to her....
 
I remember the time I took her to a Pow Wow once.  We had come to a booth that had a wolf pelt hanging on display.  Sheba stopped, stood there and did that high pitched yelp she always did (I rarely ever heard her do what would be considered an actual "bark"), going on and on as if saying FOR SHAME.  She could "see things" that most humans could not....like the time Danny came back from the Native burial ground we had discovered in the forests on a tract of land held basically undisturbed for centuries.   We knew "something" had followed him back from the way Sheba again carried on.  It was not the last time she would display these extraordinary abilities.   But, you, the reader, can believe what you will.  I have lived with the wolves too long to not recognize they possess better instincts and special abilities that I can only try to comprehend.
 
Wleasel was part of my soul....Sheba was part of my heart.  We all mourn the passing of these loving wolfdogs who contributed so much to human understanding and tolerance.  I can only hope that my two girls find a comfy sofa on the other side. 
 
(Note:  Sheba passed from cancer.)
 
Blessings, Liz

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In April 2002, we lost two more of our family.  Renfield, the 175 pound gentle giant and little Amaruk.  Rennie was old and had hip problems.  It had become increasingly difficult for him to get around.  That day, Rennie was found lying down, unable to get up.  Every effort was made to try to help him, but ultimately, we knew the best thing for him was to let him go.  We will miss you Rennie...you truly were the King

Amaruk died of gastro-intestinal problems. 

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We lost our Mato on April 7, 2004.  He had a sudden onset of liver and kidney failure.  Mato was a big, friendly fellow who was very sweet and gentle.
Mato was Denali's penmate and we know Denali will miss him as much as we will. 
 

Akasha      (3/11/89 - 6/23/04)

The howls seems more mournful tonight. Today, we lost the Grande Dam of the Wild Bunch..... Akasha. Rasputin, her mate, tried to tug on her as she was carried out of the enclosure she shared with him and four of her children. I did not have it in me to go speak with him today. 

Deborah, in her kind gentle way, has always handled announcing the sad news when one of our babes pass. I am a private person, who does not share my grief. But, it is only fitting that I do the memorial to Akasha,as she has had a huge impact on my life, and contributed greatly to the creation of The Sanctum.

I was on Patrol, taking a Missing Persons report on a juvenile, when I first heard Akashas howl. After taking the report, the woman took me next door, and there I saw her. Akasha was housed in a small 4 x 12 cage, together with another large canine of dubious heritage. She was pacing back and forth, tromping through days of feces laying in the cage. Looking into those beautiful eyes, I knew I could not leave her there.  It was 1996, two years after Georgia had made it illegal to have wolves and wolfdogs. I remembered a "call" in this area several weeks prior, where two wolves had escaped their confinement. One had been shot, the other was still missing. Only one now remained.....Akasha. It took several weeks before I actually was able to make contact with the owner. Weeks of "dropping" by in my marked Patrol Car, checking on Akasha. It was not difficult to convince the owner, whose new wife was afraid of the wolf, that she would have a safer home with me, on a large 125 acre farm, with neighbors far removed, and already constructed half acre to acre enclosures. And thus started Akashas and my long, sometimes tumultuous, relationship!

We put her in an enclosure with Rasputin, Renfield and Nicodemus. Ah, the interest she sparked with the three males, two of which were already neutered. But, despite the large, lovely treed area, Akasha stayed by the fence....pacing twelve feet one way, twelve feet the other, as if she were still in the cage. Danny, a dear friend who lived in a Tipi on the farm, would spend hours with Akasha, playing his flute for her, just outside the fence perimeter. Slowly, she moved further. Finally, she interacted with the others. Our joy and enthusiasm was short lived! Akasha was a far cry from our loving, social mid-content woofers!

Supposedly the first "wolfdog" litter from a woman who bred full wolves, we were not sure if she actually was a wolf "dog", just an F-1 raised with the pack of wolves, or the product of doctored papers to get her into Georgia when "wolfdogs" were legal.  Akashas curiosity towards humans generally involved a hesitant sniff, sometimes followed by an investigatory "nip." She would love to sneak up on you, especially if you were in the enclosure working on the fence, and deliver one of her little nips! Despite the original owner being able to leash her in the confines of the 4x12 cage, just forget trying to capture her up in a large enclosure! I had to remove Renfield and Nicky, after Akasha and Rasputin ganged up on Nicky one day and delivered numerous bites. I was furious, chasing Akasha around the enclosure, yelling! There we were, two bitches facing off! I of course, never did come close to catching up to her. When Akasha presented a litter of seven pups, I also quickly learned the differences between a well socialized wolfdog mom and a semi-wild wolf. With a woof-woof, she would send the pups into hiding, away from any human contact. We kept all but two. Those two went to a home of good friends well experienced in handling wolfdogs. The others were just too wild to risk placing into any home of an unexperienced person, so they stayed, becoming our Wild Bunch, and our Teachers.....

Akasha was my teacher in many ways. I learned much about the wolf from her.  We did have our "issues" with each other, but resolved most of them over the eight years she was in my care. She was never one, however, that really took to humans.

I always hope, that when I cross over, I can be reunited with those I have so loved and lost....Juno, Wleasel, Renny...the others. I may catch a glimpse of Akasha...but she will be off with the wild bunch, where she belongs.

Blessings, Liz

(Footnote...my thoughts)

This is Deborah, your webmistress.  I too, was greatly saddened by the passing of Akasha.  I loved to watch her and Rasputin interact.  You could tell that they loved each other very much.  At first, I was a bit scared of Akasha.  Being part of the "wild bunch", she was definitely a lot less tame than most of the other wolves/wolf dogs that we have here.  As time passed, I got to know her better and found that she was a very sweet, dear heart of a wolf.  She let me pet her from time to time, though she was careful and very shy when she approached me.  So it was...I began to really respect and care about Akasha.  The last time I saw her with her pack, she came up to the fence as I stood next to it, bending low to talk to her and some of the others.  I spoke to her softly and soothingly...reassuring her that I was her friend.  In response, the beautiful old girl licked my nose and wagged her tail.  I smiled and was happy to have gotten such a greeting from her.

I am glad my last meeting with Akasha before her passing was so sweet and gentle.  She will live forever in our hearts and minds.  She is with the others of our pack now and I have a feeling she was welcomed quite warmly at The Rainbow Bridge.  Be happy, Akasha.  We will miss you until we see you again.

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Akasha

 

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RASPUTIN, our old man, passed July 2005.  He had suffered from hip problems the last several years, and the cold winters were getting longer for our old guy, so I dreaded the upcoming one for him.  Twice before, Rasputin (Razzy) had gone "down", unable to get up for a couple of days.  Once, on the third day, I had called the vet to come out, dreading in my heart what I knew was the right thing to do for him.  But there was Raz, up at the fence wagging his tail.  He was not yet ready.  This time he was.   So it is with both joy and sadness that I say goodbye.   He goes to join his beloved Akasha, his wild bride of many years.

ANGEL:  In December 2005, we were forced to humanely euthanize Angel due to his extremely aggressive and dangerous behavior.  We had hoped that the two years he had been with us would overcome the horrendous physical abuse he had suffered at the hands of humans and he could learn to trust again....but alas, the scars and violent behavior did not go away.    I bid you farewell, dark Angel.  

Anubis:  Son of Angel and Spirit and one of the Old Fort Pack moved to The Wolf Sanctum a bit over two years ago, Anubis was a tall, lanky unsocial wolfdog.   He was between seven and eight years of age.  Anubis was diagnosed with cancer in several of his major organs after X-rays revealed the extent of this disease, and he was humanely euthanized on May 25, 2006. 

 

Ba'Cho:  In late August of 2006, we humanely euthanized Ba'cho who was diagnosed with intestinal as well as cancer in his kidneys.   Though he was initially treated for a kidney infection, the vet and I both suspected there was more to Ba'cho's  declining heath.  Within a month's time, a rapid loss of weight along with a rapidly growing abdominal swelling precluded additional medical treatment or intervention.  We will miss our "good ole boy."  Ba'cho was about as laid back as a wolfdog could get.   A sweet, well-behaved gentle giant is probably the best description.  He will be sorely missed by Kiowa, his enclosure mate for the last eight years.  I fear our old gal (she is now twelve) will grieve herself to death over his loss.

   Kiowa:  In May of 2007, Kiowa was sent to the Bridge, to join her beloved Ba'Cho.  She was almost 14 years old, and had lived with our Director for almost 10 years.  Often called "Nervous Nellie" as she seemed to dance in excitement as the prospect of attention, Kiowa was a lovable social wolfdog.  She will sorely be missed by all the children who loved to pet her. 

 

 Trace:   In August of 2007, Trace passed after a long bout with congenital heart disease.   A favorite of our director, Trace was a most loving wolf, although remained shy with strangers.   His poses captured by photographer James Fisher will comfort our loss.  He will remain in our hearts forever.