I couldn't imagine that, though I think that my particular species of wolf may be extinct, they were still so close to the modern gray and arctic wolves as to make little difference. Canis Lupus kenaiensis was exterminated in the late 50's, but even though they were slightly larger than their gray cousins and had bigger ears than their arctic relavtives, they're still so close that I don't feel any particular need to _know_.

The other part of me, that I'm still trying to figure, might not even have existed at all. But that brings us to something like 'it is better to have loved then lost to never have loved at all.' I don't think so, especially if we're applying it to this situation. I would rather know who I am then lose that part of me. If that makes any sense, that is...

Ah, forgive me, I'm rambling. Besides a few minor spelling errors, I like it. And the sentiment is one I've never really thought of before.