Garryowen,
Thanks, we wil consider this
Found a Rainbow Bridge Poem that is probably more fitting for our missed Siberian
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
fly ball.
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.
