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August 19,.2011

North of The Rainbow Bridge

by MakWa4me

The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.

Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.

The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....

There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.

But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....

Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.

They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.

There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.

The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge

August 19, 2011

Missy lost her battle with cancer today. In September 2010 she developed a large lump on her tail which was originally diagnosed as a cyst. Two biopsies were done over the next couple months that came back either clean or inconclusive. Finally we were forced to amputate her tail. This time the biopsy showed MAST cell cancer. She did well over the next several months until another tumor popped up at the base of her tail in March of 2011.

Ouch!!!! March 22,2008

Dad had to take me to the vet today to have my right leg sewn back up. Yesterday, when Mom and Dad were getting us put up in our various rooms so they could go to work, Molly jumped me for no known reason. By the time Dad was able to get her off me the damage was done. I had at the time what looked like a small cut. Dad sprayed some stingy stuff on it and that was that .... NOT! When they got home they found that I had been licking it and the wound was an area about 1 1/2 inches square opened up on 3 sides down to the muscle below. Strange thing is there was no bleeding at all. It took about 15 stitches to close it up. Dad said that it was one off the strangest wounds he had ever seen even after 30 years on the Fire Dept. including 20 riding an ambulance. I never even wimpered though I sure have been babied since! Oh, and Molly was in some really deep doo doo!

OK Dad, I'm done typing, now give me a treat!!!!!!