January 7th 2009 11:50 am
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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
January 7th 2009 11:47 am
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I was rescued in January 1998 from death row in Chesapeake VA just hours before being put down. Animal control refused to let me be adopt out to my dad because he lived in NC. So his ex-wife had to get me out as she lived in VA. I lived here in Hertford NC for eleven years. It started out with Lexie and me for the first three or so years. Then dad met mom and the pack started to grow. And grow. And grew some more. Boy, was I busy keeping them all in line.
Almost all of us had the same or at least similar stories. Some were pound puppies like me, some mistreated or neglected, some abused. Several of us had medical problems like heart worms. But all of us were cared for and got healthy again.
As I got old I developed chronic bronchitis and arthritis. I was treated for both for the past several years. Then I tangled with a raccoon (or something) one night last September. I got chewed up pretty bad and never really recovered. I just went steadily downhill and developed other problems. Some induced by the drugs I was on to treat the other problems. I also picked up a yeast infection, first on my feet, and then it spread pretty much everywhere.
It finally got to the point that mom and dad realized that I wanted to cross the Bridge and and play with Aileron, Abby , Tasha and AJ. I crossed the Bridge tonight at 6:15. I will be cremated and wait with Abby and Tasha to have my ashes scattered with mom and dad's and the rest of us kids when the time comes.
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