Sorry it took so long, been busy with college and the holidays. Enjoy (NOTE: IT'S A SAD ONE TOO)

Wolf stretched his elderly limbs across the couch with a yawn as the t.v went on and on. Putting his feet up on one of the arms of the couch as he folded his hands on top of his head. The smell of baking flared from the kitchen into the living room where Wolf was half snoozing-half watching prompting his brown eyes to shoot open and with a grunt, grab his cane and get up from the couch. Fixing his glasses as he walked into the kitchen. Anne and his granddaughter Anna were both sitting at the kitchen table as Anna pulled out a tray of snickerdoodles, her specialty. "Hey Papaw," she said giving him a light kiss on the side of his muzzle. He plopped down onto one of the old wooden chairs at the table next to his now 20 year-old grandson William, who was wearing a black "WOODLAND CENTRAL RAILWAY" hat and had a glass rosary dangling from his right hip. Lightly giving him a punch on the shoulder as he settled down.

Anne then came in, her fur now completely dark grey from her age. She now also walked on a cane and had an ornate pair of glasses with a golden chain on it perched on her muzzle. "Told you it would get him up." She said smirking at her husband before she too kissed him, except it was on the lips. "So how was your nap hon'?" she asked helping Anna with the cookies. "Alright, if I hadn't smelled you guys baking I would probably have fell back asleep to be honest with you…you know how the cold effects me." He said leaning back a little, prompting William's attention, to make sure his grandfather didn't hurt himself…again.

"Oh, I know…freezing out there!" she said warming her paws with the open oven. What they meant is that whenever Wolf or Anne got cold now all they wanted to do is just spend the whole day snuggling together under some blankets. Taking in each others warmth. Wolf stopped leaning so he doesn't bother William too much, even though he was notorious for doing that, just ask Red. "So, what've you been doing while I was semi-hibernating?" Wolf asked Anne as she herself took a cookie and began to munch on it.

"Well," she said "Met Tasha Grizzly today at the store. Visited Red for a little bit, and met James at the-"

"Tobacco store?" Wolf asked smiling, "Yup," she said laughing lightly as she ate the rest of her cookie.

"Got off of work about three hours ago," William said looking at his watch. "We have a new person, some old-timer-"

"-Hey!" Wolf said "I'm old too!" Wolf said indignantly.

"I know Papaw, but this guy…" William said almost clutching his fist. "He used to be in the Air Force, worked as the maintenance manager at some paper plant and now works on the line."

"So?" Wolf asked, actually interested as he munched on a snickerdoodle.

"Well that's not the issue Papaw." William said. "The problem is that seeing as how he was a manager, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about everything. And he's a human as well. So he acts he's so up and mighty…and I swear if he whistles at me again like a dog I'm knocking his teeth in." William said taking a deep breath.

"Sounds like Ted Grizzly." Wolf said taking another snickerdoodle. "Sounds like an ass to me." His sister said crossing her arms. "Well, you don't want to get into a fight with him, you might lose your job and all." Anne said soothingly.

"Well that's okay, he's getting a big surprise tomorrow. He thinks he's going to be the line manager, he's not."

"Oh?" Wolf said. "Nope," William said as his sister Anna handed him another cookie. "Jake is." He said. "and the reason why is because he has an actual college degree and the new guy blatantly stated that he will only be hiring military vets. That didn't set well with the boss. And Jake told me that just to piss off the new guy, he will only hire people who are actually college educated and will only hire like one or two vets." William said.

Wolf started laughing hysterically when he heard that. Wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, he leaned back in his chair again. "That reminds me, how is Ted doing anyway? Last time I heard Tasha was putting him on a diet." Wolf said to Anne a she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"hey, I wouldn't poke fun at that, I'm tempted to do the same to you." She said laughing a bit as she rubbed her husband's stomach. It wasn't big, it was just a "spare tire" barely noticeable unless he tucked in his shirt.

"Hey, I'm not fat…yet. And besides you're cooking caused it." He said laying a paw on his stomach. "But anyway, how's Ted doing?"

"Well, not too good, he's now got alzheimers." She said.

"Oooh," he said, suddenly feeling bad for the arrogant ex-police chief. That actually got Wolf thinking, he realized he was now ninety years old. He was getting close. He watched Anne talk to Anna and the thought of either him leaving her alone or the other way around seemed to shake him up inside. There still so much he needed to say and do before he goes, what if he gets Alzheimer's? What if he just has a stroke in the middle of the night, what if his beloved Anne falls?

The sudden realization of his stage in life seemed to hit him like a wall of bricks. Even more so than when he lost his best friend.

Sixty-Years Earlier

The much younger Wolf W. Wolf was in the back of his trailer in the woods, not even thinking about a cane or pair of glasses as he navigated himself around the make-shift dark room for the pictures him and Twitchy would get for their reports. Right now he was still working on the Goody bandit case. He was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants as he pinned a photo onto the clothesline where several others were. He just got back from talking to a goody-shop owner who was just hit by the bandit this morning, the white-tail deer had given his story to the "food-magazine article writer" about his shop and everything about his shop. Personally Wolf could definitely tell that he tested out every one of his recipes, and had to hold his tongue about needing fewer goodies. He stepped back from the several shops and the girl in the red hood. Who was getting his interest. Just then his thought was broken by rapid knocking on his door, Wolf went to the front of his trailer and opened the door only to see a brown blur zip past him, used to it, he closed the door and went to the back where Twitchy was going on like a machine gun about his newest photos.

"HeybossIgotsomenewphotos,youremembertheoneshop?WellIgotpicsofitaswellassome moreofthepucketshop,notseeinganythingsofar!Youliekthem?Icouldalwaysdotheminblackand whiteforthepaper!" Wolf smirked at Twitchy, understanding at lest a third of what he was saying. "That's okay Twitch." Wolf said coolly as he walked in and shut the door. Twitchy handed him some of his newest photos and pinned them to the wall. "These are good Twitch. What would I do without you?" Wolf said to Twitchy, the both of them giving each other a high five.

"WhenIgetold,Iexpectyoutotakeofmeheh!" Twitchy said.

"You got it buddy!" Wolf said.

He never forgot that; even as they both got older.

Fifty Years Later

Wolf, who was now eighty years old, and his fur was now as grey and faded as it was now, his chocolate brown eyes peered from behind his glasses as he read a magazine. The both of them were sitting outside of the wooden log cabin in the middle of the warm spring. Wolf was sitting in one of the wooden rocking chairs and Twitchy was in a specially smaller chair next to him. Twitchy was also reading the newspaper. Wolf looked over from his magazine to look at his old time friend. His fur was now a faded sand-like color and his eyes were now behind a pair of glasses and he too needed a cane to get around. And he no longer talked a million miles an hour. So far Wolf had kept his word and took care of his long time friend as they both got old and retired from the Agency. Wolf's t-shirt made the tattoo of Timmy's name on his right forearm visible in the warm spring sun. Twitchy kept wincing every now and then. Wolf was starting to get a little worried for his friend. He pretended not to notice, but Wolf kept looking over at the eighty-three year old squirrel. Twitchy had been living with Wolf and Anne ever since he retired along with Wolf. He had his own room which was one of the three bedrooms in the cabin, next to Wolf's own room. Anne didn't mind Twitchy being around, and understood her husband's real desire to have him there all the time out of fear of leaving him alone.

"Anyhting interesting in the paper little buddy?" Wolf asked looking over from his magazine.

"Notreally,thewhitetailkidmadeeaglescou t." Twitchy said.

"Ben's kid?"

"Mhm"

"Bet he'd be proud." Wolf said, remembering Ben the first HEA agent to actually be the first casualty in a mission.

"Where'dAnnego?" Twitchy asked.

"Uhmm, good question actually." Wolf said looking around. She was most likely still taking her bath. "Ah well." Wolf said getting comfortable and adjusting his glasses.

Wolf looked again when he saw Twitchy wince again, except this time he laid a paw on his little chest. He was getting a little worried now. "Heartburn little buddy?" Wolf asked Twitchy. "Yeah, must've been the hot wings we had last night." Twitchy replied.

Just then the elderly squirrel clutched his chest yet again and this time he let go of his newspaper. Wolf then was worried, he put down his magazine and looked at his longtime friend. "Twitchy? Are you okay? You don't need to hide anything from me. I'll always take care of you. Never let you down."

Twitchy looked at Wolf again, he opened his mouth to say something, but he clinched his eyes and collapsed on the porch floor with a thud.

"Twitchy? TWITCHY!" Wolf then jumped to his feet and knelt down next to Twitchy, who was unconscious. Anne came out onto the porch. "Wolf? What's going on?"

"Anne! Call 911! I think he's having a heart attack!" Wolf yelled to his wife. She then ran inside and dialed 911.

Hoodwinked!

A few days later, Wolf walked into a quiet and dim hospital room, where a tv was showing the news and Twitchy was laying down on a smaller sized bed, a heart monitor was beeping loudly. He had just talked to the doctor about his friend. It wasn't good news, sadly, Twitchy didn't have long and Wolf was told to remain positive when he talked to him.

Twitchy was awake, and smiled at Wolf as he sat down next to him. In with him came Red, no longer wearing the red hood, she was in a business outfit. She had taken Nicky Flipper's place when he retired from the agency. Her brown hair was streaked with grey and some wrinkles had started forming. She sat down on the other side of Twitchy. She tried not to knock down any of the get well soon cards and flowers.

"How ya' doing Twitch?" Wolf asked him, struggling to keep his characteristic smirk.

"I'm feeling fine." Twitchy said quietly, then Red laid a hand on his paw, "That's good Twitchy." She said she then pointed to one of the cards. "That one's from Kirk, he's in Germany right now." She said. Noticing Wolf's ears were flattened and he wasn't really looking Twitchy in the eye, and he'd been pretty much silent, very different for him. Twitchy noticed this too. "Hey Red, could you let me and Wolf talk in private?" he asked gently.

"Sure thing Twitchy." She said giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead and patting Wolf's back gently.

"Wolf." Twitchy said, making Wolf's chocolate brown eyes look into his green eyes. His eyes full of sorrow. He didn't really want to talk that much because he was afraid he might break down.

"Twitchy. I…I-" Wolf stammered.

"None of this is your fault." Twitchy said, the painkillers making his speech slower.

"I know." Wolf said, "But, I just didn't think it would come this suddenly." Wolf said.

"Neither did I, but it's my time Wolf, I want you to promise me something." He said.

"You say it buddy." Wolf said leaning in closer.

"When I go, promise me you won't let me leaving destroy you. You have a wife, an awesome family, a good home. Don't let that go to waste because I have to leave for a while. And you've given me almost a family to be with until this time. I couldn't have asked for a better friend Wolf, and don't forget all the good times we had." Twitchy, the squirrel who was never seen without Wolf by his side, who talked a hundred miles an hour, who took all the pictures when the two of them were journalists and also helped him out when on missions in the Agency, said to his longtime friend.

Wolf, who already had tears forming in his eyes, placed a paw on the squirrels "You got little buddy. I couldn't ask for a better friend either. And you were never almost part of my family, you WERE a part of my family, and you always will be. It's gonna suck; you being gone. But I promise you I will live my life to its best." Wolf said to his friend.

"Thank you Wolf." Twitchy said, "I'm gonna go to sleep now." Twitchy said and Wolf understood the message. He hugged Twitchy the best he could with the IV bags and everything. "Good night little buddy. I'll see you soon." Wolf said before he walked out of the room but not before looking at Twitchy sleep one last time.

Anne was waiting outside the room with Red for Wolf. He was quiet. His lips trembled slightly, "he…he…dying." He stammered out that last sentence and Anne held him up as he just simply lost it. She patted his back as he cried uncontrollably. While Red pulled up a chair for the devastated Wolf.

"Shh…shh." She whispered into his ear. "It's okay…it's okay. He lived a very long and happy life." She said. He heard the light clacking of feet-claws as Emily turned the corner. Wolf sat down and looked at Emily, the tears pouring down from his face. His shoulders kept heaving as he sobbed, taking off his glasses and dropping his cane as it clanged on the floor.

"Oh God Dad!" She ran to him and also held his head. "He-he was m-m-my b-best f-f-f-riend." He whimpered into his daughters shoulder. After about half an hour, they helped him too his feet and picked up his cane as they went to the car to drive him home.

The next morning Wolf got a call from the doctor telling him Twitchy had passed away peacefully in the night.

As Wolf slowly regained from his grief, he himself made calls to the cemetery and made funeral arrangements. Anne asked him if he was okay with arranging the funeral for his best friend. Thinking it might too intense for him to bear.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Wolf said wiping a silent tear from his chocolate brown eye. "It's the least I could do for him."

Present-Day

Wolf sighed a bit as Anna and William kept talking. Anne on the other hand noticed him being a little quiet. She sat down next to her husband, and started rubbing his back, "Wolf sweetie, are you okay?" she asked. Wolf snapped back to earth "Yeah, I'm fine." He said smiling back at her. He looked her right in the eye "You know that I will always love you. Right?" Wolf asked before kissing her. "Yes, I know, and I will always love you."

"So, Wolf" Anne said scooching closer to him. "How does it feel to be the big nine-oh?" She asked, as he was turning ninety years old the next day. "I feel…old" Wolf said sarcastically. "I can feel the clock ticking." Wolf said getting up, grabbing his cane, and stretching.

"Now, don't say things like that honey!" she said laying her paws on his chest. They kissed and Wolf and her went into the living room "So; where's my uhm 'birthday present,' you know, ninety years old. That don't mean we still can't have some 'fun'" Wolf said smirking, Anne laughed and put her finger over his lips, "Now now, not yet. Later." She said with her cat-like grin he loved so much as they went into the living room. So far, Wolf had kept his promise to Twitchy and he was enjoying his life.