January 12th 2011 9:41 am
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Though you have crossed the Bridge you have not been forgotten. Your Mom and I miss you and wish you were still here with us but are glad you are not hurting ang more. We know that we will see you again one day in the future.
Things have changed a bit around here since last year when I wrote to you. Many comings and a few goings. First, little Nadia arrved here in February. Kiska and Kodi came next in March and May. All are from kill shelters like you. Kane came next. Lexie left us unexpectedly and joined you, Aileron, Abby, Tasha, and AJ in early May when we found the tumor. We know that y'all welcomed here in with Husky (and Cocker) kisses when she arrived. Kodi went to his new home back in July where he is doing great. Georgia, Bo (Turbo), Taz and Blue came to us in September, October and December from kill shelters as well. I think you would have liked them all other than Taz .... she is 13 and a bit on the evil side like you got at that age .... but like you, she is a sweet girl when she wants to be.
As I said we miss you though we also suspect your spirit pops in on occasion to keep the others on their toes.
With all our love
Mom and Dad
January 6th 2010 7:01 pm
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It doesn't seem like it has been a year since we had to let you cross to the other side of the Bridge. Though it was hard for your mom and me, we know that you are in a better place and healthy again, reunited with Abby, Tasha as well as Aileron who you had never met. I am also sure that AJ was there to meet you as well. We will never forget how you cared for her, especially how you nursed her the night before and the morning she crossed over the Bridge and I am sure she hasn't either.
No one has really taken your place as pack leader. We don't know if it because your spirit is still here running the show or that their memory of you keeps them in check. There are times though that Sheba reminds us so much of you. She always did somewhat, but especially in the last few weeks, just the ways she lays in the chaise lounge that you liked so much, reminds us of you.
A couple of new kids have joined us since you left. We wish you could have been around to meet them. We think you probably remember us talking about someone by the name of Lucas. and how badly he was abused. Well, Lucas joined us a little over a week after you left. He is now a Therapy Dog and is a wonderful boy. Panda came home to us a couple of weeks after Lucas. Then in May Max joined the pack. He reminds us so much of Bandit that he has earned the title of Little S**t Head (but not the same way Bandit earned the name!) although he has grown much larger now, as he is as large as Nook, Jake and Lucas though not as heavy as them ...... yet.
Lexie's age has started to show on her in the last few months. Though she is healthy she has slowed down a lot except at dinner time ..... then at almost 13 she is wound up tighter than Max who is about 14 months!
In closing, remember that we still love and miss you and hope that you will wait patiently for us to join you one day. Until then be a good girl and have fun playing with Abby, Tasha, AJ and Aileron.
Love you always,
Mom and dad
January 7th 2009 11:50 am
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North of The Rainbow Bridge
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