Memories

For all who have dogs waiting north of the Rainbow Bridge:

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 master's 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 flyballs. But the North continues its sure wild call, and the sled dog'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 the sled dogs (Alaskan Malamutes, Samoyeds, Siberian Huskies, Alaskan huskies, and others) 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 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.

es gibt für alles eine Geschichte..... vielleicht ist es auch diese an die wir glauben wollen...

"Die Leute haben Sterne, aber es sind nicht die gleichen. Für die einen, die reisen, sind die Sterne Führer. Für andere sind es nichts als kleine Lichter. Für wieder andere, die Gelehrten sind es Probleme. Für meinen Geschäftsmann waren sie Gold. Aber alle diese Sterne schweigen. Du, du wirst Sterne haben, wie sie niemand hat.."

Was willst du sagen?

"Wenn du bei Nacht den Himmel anschaust, wird es dir, als lachten alle Sterne, weil ich auf einem von ihnen wohne, weil ich auf einem von ihnen lache. Du alleine wirst Sterne haben, die lachen können."

und er lachte wieder.

"und wenn du dich getröstet hast, man tröstet sich immer, wirst du froh sein, mich gekannt zu haben. Du wirst immer mein Freund sein. du wirst Lust haben mit mir zu lachen. und du wirst manchmal dein Fenster öffnen, gerade so, nur zum Vergnügen..
Und deine Freunde werden sehr erstaunt sein, wenn sie sehen, daß du den Himmel anblickst und lachst. dann wirst du ihnen sagen: ja die Sterne. die bringen mich immer zum lachen. und sie werden dich für verrückt halten" .............................

und er nahm mich bei der Hand. aber er quälte sich noch.

"du hast nicht recht getan. es wird dir Schmerzen bereiten. es wird aussehen als wäre ich tot und das wird nicht wahr sein."

ich schwieg

"du verstehst. es ist zu weit. ich kann diesen Leib nicht mitnehmen, er ist zu schwer

aber er wird daliegen wie eine alte verlassene Hülle. man soll nicht traurig sein um solche alten Hüllen

weisst du, es wird wunderbar sein auch ich werde die Sterne anschauen. alle Sterne werden Brunnen sein mit einer verrosteten Winde. alle Sterne werden mir zu trinken geben....

....

das ist es, laß mich einen Schritt ganz alleine tun..."

*Antoine de Saint-Exupéry*

Baqou Arctica of Kiyara's Wolf Pak

13.10.1996 - 16.11.2004

I know in my heart that she will be waiting for me to pick her up at Rainbow Bridge so we can spend an eternity together. You will be in my heart till we meet again.

If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to Heaven
And bring you back again

No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why

Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know

But know we know you want us
To mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
Life still has much in store

Since you'll never be forgotten
We pledge to you today
A hallowed place within our hearts
Is where you'll always stay

*Author unknown*

Sno Quest's A Dream Come True

24.01.2003 - 21.04.2006

Sometimes someone comes into our lives that we will never be able to forget...He's gone but he will never be out of our thoughts or our hearts. His love too, will never be forgotten and I know we will be together again.

You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he's gone
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and lose your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

*Author Unknown*

Ein guter Hund stirbt nie - er bleibt immer gegenwärtig.

Er wandert neben Dir an kühlen Herbsttagen,

wenn der Frost über die Felder streift

und der Winter näher kommt,

sein Kopf liegt zärtlich in Deiner Hand

wie in alten Zeiten.

Akela's Song Tye of K.W. Pak

16.03.1995 - 20.11.2008

 He was the leaddog of our first Sleddog Team..and he was the best

Runa Kuna of Keema's Wolf Pak

30.08.1993 - 21.04.2009

She was the last Malamute of our first Generation

They say memories are golden...

....well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I will miss you,
a million times I will cry.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
in death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no pup could ever fill.

It broke my heart to loose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of me went with you,
the day God called you home.

Your precious memory is my keepsake,
with which I'll never part.
God has you safe in His keeping,
but I'll have you forever in my heart.

If tears could build a stairway,
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.

Storm Kloud's Hharvest Moon

15.07.1998 - 27.09.2011

He was a very special boy and was the "champion" of our hearts for almost 13 years.

He's just my dog

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that hear above the winds.

He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being - by the way he rests against my leg, the way he thumps his tail at the smallest smile, and how he shows his hurt when I leave. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.

When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.

When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.

When I am a fool, he ignores it.

When I succeed, he brags.

Without him, I am only another person.

With him, I am all powerful.

He has taught me the meaning of devotion is loyalty itself.

With him, I know secret comfort and a private peace.

He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.

His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.

He has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... in case I need him, and I expect I will, as I always have.

Who is he? He's just ... my dog.