I can't pretend any more... I'm a furry and it feels amazing to say it. When I was four years old, my family got our first pet dog. I always felt a stronger bond to her than my blood relatives, she was my soulmate, my true companion. I loved to run my fingers through her fur and pretend she was my mother, the matriarch of our pack. Last year she passed, and it took me a long time to get over it. I discovered, in the absence of a dog, that there is nothing I want more than to be a wolf, running through the snow, wind in my fur. The wolf called me. I spent a long time discovering my fursona, I feel as if I truly am her and I know every detail about her like I know the back of my own hands; her cute black spots on her paws, her petite wet nose, they are as much a part of me as my own body. This is Fantasy: Good luck to all of you out there going through what I went through!