Olli Copperwolf's Lost Friends and Family Here I am simply commemorating some great people who I have known and felt a real closeness to. I am certain we shall see each other again someday. --Image to the left is me, Olli Copperwolf, and was taken by me in what’s known as an event mascot/fursuit to some.--

This is Micheal John Davalos. I met him in 2007. We enjoyed each others’ company, and it was very pleasant meeting him. In some senses he was a dad-like figure to me. Due to some issues I have, I thought he was someone just trying to fool me as a good guy again. Anyway, we got to share in things in a number of ways, and it was nice to know someone who would actually help me out some from the rest of the world. He passed away in 2011 just shortly after I had seen him for one last time. I did not know his time was so close… but he helped me reach some goals for some dreams. His no longer active obituary can be found at the Seattle Times website.

This was my mother that I was raised by, Frances G. She lived to be 92. I had a good childhood with her and my family. She raised me from 7 and on up after my father died. Getting in to my later teens, things started to get rougher with her. She would yell more, breaking things, and started throwing things at me. I still don’t know fully what the deal was, but she was diagnosed with dementia at a point before her death. I had times of moving in and moving out for a while, and reached a final moment when I just finally had enough when she broke just one more item of mine in the midst of throwing very heavy items at me. There had been a time she had taken a hammer to my bedroom door while my back was against it to try to keep her out. She was a nice woman, but something went wrong somewhere in the later years, and I just didn’t know what to do because I’m bad in all sorts of situations. I had a few big breakdowns during those times, and there was a time at which I just left and didn’t speak to her for about a year or year and a half at one point because I felt so hated, when in actuality I wasn’t, but the times were difficult enough to make me believe that I was. I’ve also taken myself to have been the problem and still consider myself a problem to people. I have some things backing it with diagnoseses since atleast 2005. Anyway, on good notes again, she sent me through Boy Scouts, sent me on all sorts of church functions, and we used to attend family events when family actually seemed to care about us. She and my dad saved me from ending up within my actual birth family that did drugs and the father killed himself, and since I’ve met a portion of the birth family that weren’t immediate family, I would say I would have probably hated living with my actual birth parents. So, good for her and my father being a part of helping me not end up in their hands, although it has surely made some things even much more difficult for me today. I still cry a lot over her as heavily as I did originally when she passed… in private usually. Sometimes it’s debilitating, and other times it isn’t. Sometimes it’s just like daydreaming. She returns to my dreams quite often also. I do miss her and I always will… As far as my dad goes, I will not be posting anything on him. I can’t recall much from those times, and thanks to life events and a portion of the current family having had control over the situations in the past, I have absolutely no images of him to scan. Below is the last card I ever received from my mother in the mail though. I was in an apartment in Washington at the time, struggling with things to a degree when I received it. It was most likely 2007. The first image is of the front of the card, and the second is of the last words written to me by my mother, and in her handwriting. I get emotional when looking at any of this and sometimes just get teers in my eyes or just completely start crying, although I try to hold back the latter since I am sometimes around other people. The card says ‘David: I had a fantastic birthday. *All but one of my children were there (2) * All but one of my grandchildren (4) were there. *All but (2) of my great grandchildren were there. (???) Wish you had come. I miss you terribly! Love, mom.’. At some point, something got spilled on to the card or some such. I really don’t recall. I’m thankful that the entirety of the card was not ruined. These two things are the only remaining things which I have of my mother, my home, or anything of the life I grew up with. I realize people lose entire lives every single day, but how things have turned out with me…; they just make no sense considering this mother, and even the father which I grew up with.

This was/is Copper. I lost him back in 2011 to a furry named 'Dusk' in California; someone who was also involved in an accident in Yreka, California area earlier in 2013. As the story goes from the beginning that led up to that moment, in 2010 I came down with some awful pains. Things went bad for me in my current state, so I went to one where I had previously been and had good things happen. I had Copper since early 2009 beforehand. Things didn’t go as well as I had thought they would where I went either to try to receive better care to keep me alive. In all the mess that came from that over the months, I could find absolutely no other help that I felt was right enough for him. This let people push me to have to agree to saying I’d let him go permanently if I wanted anyone to help me save him. It was a vicious vicious move by folks I feel! I tried doing everything I could to get folks to return him when my situation changed the very next day oddly enough. They were only supposed to be a go between for him, so I don’t see what the big deal was. I had done more than well enough taking care of this critter. I hope he is still alive, and I hope he still has his nuts. I have been searching for him ever since that November of 2011, but to no avail. I've submitted Craigslist ads to various areas in California, had Alley's Angels on facebook (a husky rescue in California) do up an ad for me there on their facebook in a search for him, but facebook eventually scrolls ads off, and of course they don't get reposted unless someone physically reposts them for that page. I do have a few different bits of information regarding the person that was a part of what I felt was forced, including very possibly the person's real name instead of just their furry name, but I still don’t think I have enough information to do anything with. For now, Copper is highly missed, and still had many years to go before typical husky death range of age. I do have an officially signed note from a therapist and psychiatrist saying atleast that they agree that I need a companion dog atleast for mental stability. Maybe someday… one of the two or both will come to me.

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