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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 pup and came to live with Holly and Khady's mom at the age of one. I adopted him just shy of two years old and had him for nine years. Nine years of seizures, stomach surgeries, chewed up shoes, chewed up furniture/pillows, abscessed teeth, and cancer that required his tail to be surgically removed. Would I trade a single day of it? NO!
The fact of the matter is that I cherished all of those things because they made him who he was. He would give me soft kisses and would let me cuddle him and he would follow me around with those beautiful eyes. I can't believe he is gone. He had a degenerative neuropathy in his spine and could no longer walk or stand, and so, I put my feelings of selfishness aside and helped him cross the bridge. It's been almost 3 weeks, and the pain is not getting better for for me, but I can say that he is better off and is running fast and strong and is happy. I will meet him again at the bridge and I am sure we will RUN to each other for the best reunion I can imagine. I'm sure it will be the best moment of my life.
Kelsey, I love you so much more than anyone can possibly imagine. We had such a great bond, even daddy noticed it and commented on it. I know your paw
prints will FOREVER be on my heart and I am honored to have been your mommy for so long.
I will always love you babycakes, Mommy. me, but I can say that he is better off and is running fast and strong and is happy. I will meet him again at the bridge and I'm sure we will RUN to each other for the best reunion I can imagine. I'm sure it will be the best moment of my life.
Kelsey 2/1/01 - 10/22/11
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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...
 Paganus Valentino "Pagan"
Dec 14th, 2000 - Feb 20, 2012
We got Pagan at a place having a weekend bazaar. They were selling puppies upstairs. Obviously, they were a puppy mill.
I sat down with this 10 week old puppy and I could tell he was very smart. I did notice that his lower jaw was shorter than it...
 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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