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Tasha's Diary

November 5, 2009

Deat Tasha,

It doesn't seem like a year has gone by since you left us and joined Aileron, Abby and AJ on the other side of the Bridge. We had to make the hardest decision concerning you, but we know that you are siezure free and not in pain anymore and able to run and play freely with Aileron, Abby, AJ, and Rustie as well as the many Dogster and Husky Heaven pals who have crossed the Bridge before and after you.

There have been several changes around here, both good and bad. First, Rustie crossed the Bridge and joined y'all about 2 months after you crossed. Shortly thereafter Lucas finally arrived home a week after Rustie crossed. Then Panda and Max joined us, Panda in February and Max in May. Trust me though, You have not been replaced or forgotten. We see your picture and collar almost everyday on the shelf where you are resting with Abby and Rustie until the time comes where everybody will be together again.

You be a good girl (like you were ever bad) and wait for us over there. We will see you soon.

Dad

January 11, 2009

I was a Dogster Daily Diary Pick today!

North of the Rainbow Bridge

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