Friend's finding each other

Almost a year ago, my uncle came home and found a beautiful three month 
old malamute, they named him a weird name, Ubu but anyway, he kept him 
because he reminded him of his wolf-hybrid, Nanook. The first time I 
say him I feel in love, I dreamed of that dog for months, wishing it 
was mine. One day, about 3 months later, he broke off his runner, my 
uncle's girlfriend brought him inside and he tried to eat their 
almost-blind cat, at that point, my uncle didn't want to buy anymore 
runners or pay a 300 dollar vet bill ever again, so he was just going 
to let him run away. My grandma and I didn't know that at that time, 
when we were going to watch my little cousins. And there he was tied 
to log by the road, jumping and barking (well trying to anyway) away. 
We stopped and the people that found him said he was playing in the 
road, and they thought he was the most beautiful dog they had ever 
seen, and they wanted to keep him but their child was mentally 
challenged, and he would have jumped on her and she might have been 
injured. The lady gave him back to us and we took him back home. When 
my uncle came back we told him what happened, he got mad and said 
'Unless you want the dog just let him go.' Of course I wanted him more 
than life itself. But after he found out I wanted him he said Ubu 
couldn't leave my aunt's land. Well we took him home and first thing I 
did was get on the computer and search for a malamute-worthy name, I 
decided on Lakota. Well about four months after that I lost my mix breed 
Sadie. I can't explain how much I loved her because she was the only 
one I had. I got real depressed and didn't want to do anything. My aunt 
wanted me to come over and watch her dogs for her, so I did. Then I 
noticed Lakota, how happy he was to see me the one that saved him and 
then I thought what am I thinking?? Sadie wouldn't want me to be like 
this not when I have him, an angel from heaven. We have a sort of bond 
that as with Sadie I can't explain, but he sure has a way of showing it,
he. Now he is over a year old and still growing in size as well as 
strength, I've never walked him. He drags me! And I guess the point of 
this story is....is that we saved each other. And if you've lost a friend 
Malamutes are the best things to show you your life must go on. Their a 
shoulder to cry on, a friend that listens and never tells, they have the 
spirit of a wolf, and hey, you don't have anytime to be depressed when 
your getting dragged along life's path. Thank you Lakota!