 Tibet Night Song is aptly named in honor of the Dalai Lama , she is an amazing black phase wolf, she was born spring 2001. Tibet will continue to phase silvery white all over throughout her life, all black phase wolves are born dark black. I bottle-fed her from but days of age. She came to us with serious health issues that many times almost took her soul, so I spent many a late night nursing her, caring for her and that care has been non stop throughout her short life. I believe our communication to be on another level even....Our bond is unbreakable. Tibet loves most people that she meets, and if you are lucky to be chosen by her to be a part of her world , she accepts you for life and treats you as if you are a part of her family.
I can honestly say my life would be left with a huge void without her in it. Her songs light up my face, and her spirit makes me dance within myself. She instigates all howling sessions out here. When she is going through a bad episode with her disease all songs seem to stop here on the Ranch, no one sings. There is silence as Tibet goes through that struggle to hold on. She is on two different medications and other supplements for the duration of her life, however long that is granted to her. Please see the tribute I wrote for her. I am honored to share her world and call her friend
Love Story (Tibet's Song)
 Not everyone has the opportunity to speak of a romance between themselves and a wolf, and I will always hold my experiences with such very close to my heart! Patience, dedication, commitment, and heart. These things I always felt I had towards my animals but one little wolf that came into my life would put me to the real test, and show me the meaning of those words in spades. My life will forever be changed, my heart forever branded by the touch of her light and love. Tibet Night Song came into my life as a tiny bundle of black as coal fur, and it was instant pure and honest love. I touched her tiny little black leatherlike pads on each paw lovingly, I touched her tiny button nose, her tiny round furry ears, smelt her tiny puppy breath, and sighed as we drove the many hours to get back home with her. I whispered quietly the words "When you were born, the angels sang a song to match the beauty of your howl." and yes even as a tiny three week old baby, when you howled it sent shivers up my spine, this girl was "born to howl" and to this day instigates all singing sessions with the others. I felt this baby was *perfection personified* no one could tell me different, unfortunately she was not physically and I was all too soon to find out how I would be pushed emotionally, financially all in the name of my love for her. Her story what I now call *My Love Story* spans now years, and most recently I wrote a letter to her to explain the range of feelings.
Tibet this ones for you. May I always find you again and again. In Some way shape or form.
 Dearest Tibet my littlest wolf angel it's been such a long road for you, yet it seems like just yesterday when I first held you in my arms. "When you were born the angels sang a song to match the beauty of your howl." I howled softly and you responded in kind. I laugh softly because you were practically born singing, born *to* sing, and I promise you to always care for you, to be your biggest fan and champion of life no matter what. To encourage you to be you, and respect it. To not love you any less for any faults, as to this proud mommy you had none. I never got to experience much joy when you were a baby. I spent so many nights getting covered in diarrhea accompanied with many tears, and days in vet offices, and tests, not getting much of any sleep for months, as you were so ill, so little, so helpless. and I made a promise to you. I had forgotten to really smile as much during my earlier journeys with you, for the pain and tears cast clouds over the sunniest of days. My *perfect* angel was not so perfect. I loved you through it all, and slowly, eventually, started to realize you had become my littlest, yet biggest teacher perhaps about unconditional acceptance, perseverance, devotion and love. Soon I stopped saying "I want my life to be without this." and began to say "I cannot imagine my life without it, as that would mean life without you." Now I sit here and I can see, yes I did smile and laugh at some of your monkey antics during the worst times even when I felt like bawling. You would do something that no one could resist laughing at, and my heart would melt. I have never been so in love. My littlest angel and teacher, my life is richer for knowing you, not owning you, even though the pocket book became emptier.
How do I tell you so that you'll know how much I truly care, and just how strong the love is that I hold for you within. How can I ever let go, how can I ever say good bye. I have no answers though I have tried to get them. I don't know what to do. what you *want* me to do. I made promises to you that run as deep as the deepest of oceans, how do I give up without breaking those promises. I still wish somedays when you have bad episodes that you were normal that you had grown to your *full* potential, but then when I bring you to the vets or to meet new people and you are so amazingly outgoing, and happy, I think your heart is perfect, that is what counts the most. This journey has turned into what vets thought would be less than a year, and is now quite a few past. The spring of 2001 was a day I rejoiced cause you came into my life turned it upside down, then showed me maybe it was what I needed, as nothing is for without reason in the greater plan.
Tibet you had no fast set of rules when it came to you, and how to deal with you, for you are a free thinking spirit and soul which I lovingly call rebel brat at times, yet your strength is so admirable I cannot help but look at you in awe somedays. Your spirit is so free, without restraints and borders within yourself.
Yes you broke my one of a kind stone statue oil lamp when you jumped up onto the kitchen table as a pup and sent it flying onto the tiled floors. Yes you were possessive of what you felt was *yours*, and you didn't feel like sharing and would tell me so, yes sometimes when you get all excited and want to hold hands you've wound up swatting me up the nose accidentally with a left hook from your front dew claws, yes sometimes you can be a pain in the butt when it comes to doing what I would like you to do , and you just don't feel like doing it *that day* or ask me "what is in it for me if I do this?" Most recently you getting ahold of my new digital camera that took a very long time to save for and buy, and chew it up (oh I cried!) But through it all I wouldn't give you up for anything in this life.
I compromise when it comes to you, we deal with you, and settle, I respect you and any limitations you may have as well. I do not own you, I live with you and share my life with you and am honored to call you friend. I have been scared to let you go at all, for fear I would never find you again.
I hope no matter what, I will always find you again. And you will find me.
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