Saturday, I went for a walkabout. My feet pounded seven miles (11-12km.) of pavement,
before I tired and started back home. On
the way home, I passed by an abandoned old house, and a stray black cat picked
up my scent and pursued me. It followed
me all the way home. I came inside, ate
supper, and eventually decided to go for an evening walk since it wasn’t
raining. As I opened the front door, I
realised that the same wild-looking cat was awaiting my return. I exited the house, and the cat fell in close
behind me.
The sun was setting, as we turned off the populated city
streets onto a lone dark road. The cat
started acting odd, if such a premise is possible for a feline. In the distance, I could barely view the old
house, from whence the wiry cat came. My
heart started throbbing, as I neared the domicile. Haunting whispers, male and female, began
encircling me. I spun around to discover
the mangy cat, bearing his menacing teeth and coming towards me. I started running towards the old house, but
just as I got past it, the ghosting voices roared. In a fleeting effort to escape whatever was
pursuing me, I ran into the woodlands. I
ran across flooded ravines, through briers and thorn-laden branches, and over
poison oak.
After several minutes, I reached another moonlit
street. I fell in the street, and rested
for a few moments. Lying on the ground,
I thought about what could have caused this turn of events. While trying to get to my feet, I caught a
glimpse of the cat behind me in a fighting posture. He started to hiss, while wickedly
approaching. Shockingly, I stood, like a
deer in the headlights of a car, unable to move an inch. Its eyes glowed, like fiery embers. The whisperings increased in volume and
frequency. I couldn’t comprehend
anything that was being uttered by the haunting voices, except for my
name. Just as the baleful feline was
about to thrash me, a great rolling thunder came barrelling down the road,
silencing all in its path. The voices ceased,
and the cat vaporised into the mist that filled the holler.
My curiosity bone nudged me, so I looked around to the hill,
from which the roar sounded. To my sheer
amazement, a silvern-grey wolf with vivid golden eyes was standing on the
peek. He treaded down the hill and onto
the road before me. He looked at me,
looked up at the moon, howled, and vanished.
Later that night, I saw him again, pacing in front of my
house. That night, I had a dream about
the dog I had, when I was a wee lad. His
name was Zack, and he was part Wolf and German Shepherd. The dream was a reflection of something that happened
when I was a kid. I had to go to the
hospital when I was around ten (I think), because I had a terrible seizure. My parents said that he paced back and forth
and would not eat, after I was taken away. The morning after I was taken to the hospital, he disappeared,
reappearing that afternoon at the hospital. I only know this because my mother saw him in the parking lot, and
brought it to my attention. She took him
back home, put him on a chain leash, only to find him at the hospital again the
next morning.
The more I thought about the more I got spooked. Zack had bright, almost sparkling, golden
eyes, and a silverfish-grey hair colour. He only lived ten years, but in that time, he saved my rear on countless
occasions.
When I was sick, he never left my side. When I needed someone to talk to, he was
always there listening and nodding his head in acceptance. When I needed a friend, he was by my side,
nudging me on the leg, asking why I felt down. When I needed to be protected from drunks and evil people, he was there,
with his sharp teeth. When I needed to
take my seizure medicine, he was there to alert my family. When it was pissing out, and I wasn’t allowed
in the house, he’d allow me to invade his dog house. When I got lost, he was there to guide me
home safely.
Perhaps his spirit saved me Saturday night. My Mum always said that he was my guardian
spirit. She has sworn to have seen him
several times. One night she was headed
to a pageant on an old country road. She
was conversing with a comrade in the passenger seat, when her friend
screamed. She glanced at the road to find
a spectral Wolf in their path. Mother
slammed on the brake pedal to avoid hitting the animal. When they came to a stop, she hopped out of the
truck, worrying that she had hit the poor lupine. To their astonishment, it had vanished. They searched but to no avail. While getting back in the vehicle, they discovered
it standing about 300yds In front of them (100m.).
My mother, being the superstitious person that she is,
turned the truck around and found another route. She found out at the event that two people
were hospitalised after the old wooden bridge they were driving on collapsed. She would have treaded across the same
bridge, if the eudaemon hadn’t stopped her.
However, let it be said that she thinks a deceased Cherokee
warrior processes one of her horses! 
Zack was my best friend and guardian angel, if you believe
in such things.
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Interesting story. I love wolves. Such beautiful and mysterious creatures.
Interesting story. I love wolves. Such beautiful and mysterious creatures.