The Black Wolf of St Jacobs

by Avril Borthiry
(Guelph, Ontario, Canada)

Several years ago, I had a cancer scare. I was awaiting the results of tests, and was, naturally, very frightened.

It was a Sunday and my husband took me for a drive out to St Jacobs, a small but popular Mennonite village near Waterloo, Ontario.

As we drove through the village, I noticed a large dark animal standing on the right side of the road a few hundred yards ahead.

I focused on it, since it seemed unusual. Was it a loose dog?

I watched as we approached. It had moved now, and stood to the side of the road, just off the shoulder.

As we passed, I got a good look at the animal, and with awe, realized what I was seeing.

"That was a Wolf!" I said to my husband.

"Where?" he said, slowing the car to a halt.

"Just back there. It was a big black wolf."

He reversed the car back to the spot where the wolf had stood.

It was in field now, standing sideways on to the car, it's head turned and staring at us.

I swear it had yellow eyes. It was huge. It was magnificent.

After a minute or two, it turned and loped off into the nearby woods with the typical wolf gait.

For some strange romantic reason, I took it as an omen.

I had never seen anything like that before and it was an amazing experience.

My tests came back clear.

What a wonderful story, Avril, I got goosebumps as I was reading it! I'm so happy too, that you got a clean bill of health!

Picture of Black Wolf courtesy of Dreamstime