Where to start?
I don't know where to start about wolfstoy. I've known him for 18 years, and for many of them he was about the only person I spent time with. A lot of time. He took me on my first out of state trip, went with me on my first plane trip..hell, we went to my first drive-in movie on a double-date with our dogs. We went to our first furry con together. We went on numerous road trips and whiled away many hours in his trailer watching movies, listening to music, chatting. We'd have lively and engaging conversations about anything and everything. We worked together at 2 of our jobs, and he lived with me for about 6 months. I consider him a brother.
Like Harvey Keitel's Pulp Fiction character, our Wolf was a guy that got things done. And he did things right. He was a man of his word. He was one of the best friends I ever had. I could always go to him for advice, and the advice was always sincere. When my dog Cabo died, he was on the short list of people that could possibly help me cope, and he was right there for me.
We shared a lot of inside jokes and memories just between us, and when we'd get together (recently, and regrettably, far less than I liked), we'd have fun with them. He loved to sneak up on me with a wet willy, it was just one of our things.
I know others had unique and special friendships with him as well. He touched a lot of people and in many profound ways and his passing is a great loss that will be felt deeply. I can safely say that my life would have been far different without knowing him, and I am grateful for his presence in it.
I think this is the most unexpected thing I've ever had to write. We used to joke about what we'd be like when we were old men. I certainly never conceived that something like this would happen. I know we need to celebrate what he was and what he meant to all of us, and I know we will...but today is just a dark, dark day.
Like Harvey Keitel's Pulp Fiction character, our Wolf was a guy that got things done. And he did things right. He was a man of his word. He was one of the best friends I ever had. I could always go to him for advice, and the advice was always sincere. When my dog Cabo died, he was on the short list of people that could possibly help me cope, and he was right there for me.
We shared a lot of inside jokes and memories just between us, and when we'd get together (recently, and regrettably, far less than I liked), we'd have fun with them. He loved to sneak up on me with a wet willy, it was just one of our things.
I know others had unique and special friendships with him as well. He touched a lot of people and in many profound ways and his passing is a great loss that will be felt deeply. I can safely say that my life would have been far different without knowing him, and I am grateful for his presence in it.
I think this is the most unexpected thing I've ever had to write. We used to joke about what we'd be like when we were old men. I certainly never conceived that something like this would happen. I know we need to celebrate what he was and what he meant to all of us, and I know we will...but today is just a dark, dark day.