Eskimo Legend
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky,
but rather openings where our loved ones shine down,
to let us know they are happy.
but rather openings where our loved ones shine down,
to let us know they are happy.
"There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to
travel in the company of animals. It is a cycle unlike any other.
To those who have never lived through its turnings or walked its rocky path,
our willingness to give our hearts with full knowledge that they will be broken seems
incomprehensible. Only we know how small a price we pay for what we
receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure
of the joy we have been given."
~ by: Suzanne Clothier ~
travel in the company of animals. It is a cycle unlike any other.
To those who have never lived through its turnings or walked its rocky path,
our willingness to give our hearts with full knowledge that they will be broken seems
incomprehensible. Only we know how small a price we pay for what we
receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure
of the joy we have been given."
~ by: Suzanne Clothier ~
North of the Rainbow Bridge
The time comes. A sled dog 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.
A sled dog 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 balls.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the sled dogs 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 the sled dogs gather,
(Alaskan Malamutes, Samoyeds, Siberian Huskies, Alaskan huskies, and others)
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 sled dogs 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 sled dogs dwelling
beyond the Bridge, a shimmering, 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.
~ by: MakWa4me (Siberian Husky version) ~
~ revised for all sled dogs by: Stephen Peters ~
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.
A sled dog 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 balls.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the sled dogs 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 the sled dogs gather,
(Alaskan Malamutes, Samoyeds, Siberian Huskies, Alaskan huskies, and others)
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 sled dogs 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 sled dogs dwelling
beyond the Bridge, a shimmering, 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.
~ by: MakWa4me (Siberian Husky version) ~
~ revised for all sled dogs by: Stephen Peters ~
