You see it in the distance, a fierce force of nature. You see it take down a sheep and you know that it needs to be yours.
You only have 4 bones, so you need to make them count. The wolf ignores your first three advances, but the fourth attempt sticks. It loves you, and you fall in love too.
You name it. You build it a house. You feed it the finest steaks and pork chops. It's finally ready to take hunting.
But its animal instinct is gone, and it immediately dies via falling off of a ledge, running headlong into lava, or the shamful death of all:
Honor your pet's memory.