Beyond the Rainbow Bridge
This page is reserved for memorials of our rescued huskies. We're not anxious to add to it, in fact, we'd be really happy to leave it blank.
I would love to honor any rescued Siberian husky on this page, not just those that have gone through Taysia Blue. Please send a photo and the rescue story of your special husky that crossed over the bridge and I will add them here. Send email to inform@taysiablue.com.
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Memorials
We honor this beautiful, special lab named Dina who crossed the bridge on 9/26/2011. Dina was the best friend and loyal companion for one of our Taysia Blue Siberian Husky rescue volunteers, Georgia. Georgia's enthusiasm for rescue is contageous - she is alwyas thinking about how to raise money, how to network and find...
On October 22, 2011 my heart was broken in the worst possible way. My sweet Siberian Husky, Kelsey (AKA Wubby, Babycakes, Mushy, Punkin, and more)
passed away peacefully in my arms at 12:45 pm with my face buried in his soft white fur and tears escaping my eyes as I wept.
Kelsey was a rescue...
 Kona - 11/15/1996 to 5/14/2011
"We lost our sweet Kona Saturday evening. He passed peacefully in his sleep at the wonderful old age of 14.
"Kona was always such a happy boy. He spent several years as a therapy dog bringing much joy to the people he visited at hospitals and nursing homes. He retired in 2006 when he became...
 A donation was made to Taysia Blue Siberian Husky Rescue in memory and celebration of Lizzie - a wonderful dog who also knew the kindness of animal rescue and foster care before coming to live with her forever family. Lizzie's family cheers us on and provides moral support and we love them...
Montana was a special husky to Taysia Blue Siberian Husky Rescue. Montana and his human companion, Beth were one of the reasons that our founder fell in love with this breed and led us to where we are today. We were so sad to hear of Montana's passing and heartbroken for Beth. Below is a memorial that...
 Dear Ozzie,
I still remember the day we rescued you. It was the last day of 5th grade for me in 1996. You were in a tiny little kennel at the Nebraska Humane Society, surrounded by kittens. Your ears were too big for your head and your paws were too big for your body. You were the absolute cutest thing I had ever seen in...
 Smokey 9-27-1997 - 12-27-2011
Smokey, you came to us just a small ball of fur from the shelter back on a cold October day in 1997 and for over fourteen years, you were a devoted and loving family member. Just two months ago, we lost your brother, and I know you grieved for him just as...
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North of The Rainbow Bridge
by MakWa4me
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 flyball.
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. |
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