THE LAST BATTLE
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done.
For this-the last battle- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief than stand your hand,
For on this day, more that the rest,
You love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, PLEASE, let me go.
Take me to where my need they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree.
It is kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you,
Who has decide this thing to do:
We've been so close-we two-these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED AND ALWAYS BE IN OUR HEARTS.
North of The Rainbow Bridge
The time comes. A Alaskan Malamute 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 Malamute 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 Malamutes journey
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 Malamutes 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
Malamutes 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 Malamutes 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.
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