Moma began quietly "June 19th 2001 - One very emotional evening that will have forever left a permanent scar in my heart. The night my world came crashing in upon me; the night where time stood still. The pain and sadness were overwhelming; it hurt so severely. I was in need of desperate help in order to survive. No, I would not ever survive. Fluffy, my little love, my soul mate was gone forever . Too much to bare. God allowed my trembling fingers to type in the Petloss site. I found this wonderful group of caring human beings who opened their arms to me and allowed the river of tears to flow freely without judging or interrupting. I yelled my baby was dead and they listened and offered me comfort and support I was in such desperate need of. As I tried to regain my sanity,. I felt their strong love and warmth reaching my bones and they will never know just how much they saved my life that fateful night. Those who know me well can relate that I have many times in the past said that without petloss I would have very easily committed an irreversible stupidity. I swore to myself that one day if ever the Lord allowed me to survive this devastating blow, I would do the same for others.
One of the first people I met was Lobowolf. The name struck me at first because I recalled of a soft rock band back in the 70's called Lobo . This man called Lobowolf was so attentive, loving, and kind as he quietly listened as I spilled my guts in sorrow and in tears. He gently asked me to return which of course I did. After a little while, we talked more and more and it felt so soothing and comforting. His words soothed me but mostly guided me; they whispered soft breaths of relief and love into my shaken and battered soul. I had never known anyone with so much wisdom and compassion; I felt this man had been served for a special purpose and was put on this earth to come to my rescue. I learned and listened carefully to this man who always seemed to know exactly what to say; what right words I needed to hear. It was as if I had known him forever. This unique and special bond was forming and it felt so natural, so comfortable. This man would teach me many of life's greatest lessons. As we spoke I mentioned it was quite a coincidence that he would carry the wolf name because my son's pet name since early childhood was Petit Loup {little wolf in french}. Lobowolf said: -then we shall call you Maman Loup - {which is of course mother wolf in french}.
His actions, his words, his kindness entered my very inner core. I wanted to learn more and more. Many people came to the site seeking for encouragement. It just felt so right and so good in my heart to try and find the right words; just to be there and try and offer a little comfort as steadily my own healing process was beginning.. If I was able to offer one small but sincere and honest hug of comfort to a friend who was so ravished inside by this overwhelming sadness, it swelled my heart with serenity. I had become a student of the great one and just wanted to be as he. ... He was and forever would remain my soul mate.