I have been watching and reading everything as it is posted. This has really broke my heart and hit so close to home for me. It has been six years but stills feels like yesterday for me. I too had a pair escape from their pen and wonder off. I got my male back but we never found our pregnant female. We was told some time later that a neighbor had shot her as they was walking through his yard. Every time I see Milos picture it brings tears to my eyes because I know what you are feeling right now, for I still feel it for my Cocoa. I have really been praying for your Raiden. I hope and pray something is done to the man who done this to your babies. He shouldnt get away with this. I raise chickens, turkeys, ducks around my huskies. They do NOT compare in any way. Rest in peace Milo: 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 masters 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 Siberians 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 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.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 18:50:25 +0000
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