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Within the heart of every stray
Lies the singular desire to be loved
I am a "Wooly" Siberian Husky. I am called a "wooly" because of my very long silky fur. It is a recessive husky gene. I am named after the red rocks in Sedona which is the color of my long, fluffy fur and for the Arizona desert sky, which is the color of my eyes. I was rescued from the shelter on the day I was scheduled to be euthanized. Who could do that to me? We can only estimate my age since I came into the shelter as a stray. My Mom adopted me on 1/25/2002. I am a door dasher and I love to get outside and run away, so Mom has to be very careful when she opens the front door. She added a screen door so she can see who is there so I won't run out. Like many Husky's I still act like a puppy and I am always very joyous about life and have a very sweet spirit. I love to play and then play more. I love to try to catch the ball in mid air. I am very finiky about my food and if I don't like what is in my bowl I will push it across the kitchen floor and push it underneath the throw rug. In the morning I have to take a pill. Mom puts it in a pill pocket. Mom says I become more human every day. When I don't want something I shake my head NO just like people..The rescue group who got me from the shelter, put me with a foster family for a little while to get to know me before I was adopted out. My Mom saw my picture on the rescue website for months and months. She already had Taz and Wiley - 2 siberian husky's and really didn't need another dog, but my picture spoke to her and she had to come to my rescue. I'm glad she did. She told my ex-dad that she couldn't let me stay in a cage any longer and would only foster me. Huh. That lasted about 1 minute after Mom met me and decided I was going to be with her forever. My foster Mom said I was a HAP (Husky American Princess). Boy was she right!!! I am a princess and expect to be treated like one. I should have a tiara on my head. I love the color pink, and all my different collars are pink -- some has jewels, other butterflys, some glitter. A princess can't have enough collars. I live in the desert in Arizona and have never seen snow, but something tells me I would love it.
My furry brother is Casper, a 6 year old miniature American Eskimo that Mom adopted on 1/20/07 from a rescue group that got him from a shelter in New Mexico. Casper is very sick now with unmanageable heart disease and the Cardiologist said he has months left to live - maybe up to a year. We are so devastated and overwhelmed at the thought of loosing this special little boy who Mom and I love so much. I picked him out for Mom at the rescue center and I am his protector. We can't stand the thought of this fluffy white fur ball with his smiling face not being here every day.
I have another brother. His name is Hershey Kisses. He was born on 10/17/08. He is a chocolate sable Pomeranian and he is all puppy - into everything. Casper and I love to play with him. He is here to keep me company when it is Casper's time to go to the rainbow bridge cause of his heart disease. Even though I am so much bigger than him I usually am very gentle with him and I lay on the floor and he rolls all over me and chews on me. We love to teeth wrestle. He has this awful habit of grabbing around my head and humping me. I let him do it, but Mom tells me not to let him. If any other dogs did it to me I would kick their butt, but my little Hershey is my buddy. We like to sit cuddled together.
imikimi - Customize Your World! "
>In Loving memory of Taz (Tazmanian Devil of Rock Ridge) 10/21/96 - 4/29/07
My beloved Taz went to the Rainbow Bridge on 4/29/07 while laying in my arms. Taz was born on 10/21/96. I remember the day I got this precious little puppy after drivng way out in Apache Junction which was over 60 miles away from home in the dark. He came from a family that had the mom and dad and they had a litter of puppies. He was so small and cute and climbed up into my lap. Taz had one blue eye and one brown eye. He was a beautiful black and white and gray coat. From the very beginning, he was always talking and howling. He grew up to be a strong, happy Alpha Male who loved his Mom and protected his two husky sisters Skye and Wiley. Taz was the funniest dog I have ever had. When he was a tiny puppy I taught him to brush his teeth before bed. For the rest of his life, every night a 9 p.m. he stood by the sink in the bathroom and demanded that his teeth be brushed and that he wanted a small dixie cup full of water. (no- he didn't spit it out). Taz was so gentle with all his toys. He never destroyed one toy even though he would play with them every day. He was very upset when Skye would chew up one of his favorite 9 year old toys. Taz had cancer in his rear paw when he was 2. One of his toes was amputated but he went on to live another healthy 9 years after. He was a terrible patient and the biggest cry baby. But all the bandage changes and vet visits were worth it to get another wonderful 9 years from our boy.
One evening, out of the blue, his back gave way and he was in terrible pain. Fortunately Taz didn't have to suffer long. He spent the night at the emergency vet on massive pain meds. It didn't help. We took him to his regular vet first thing in the morning and Taz let us know that it was time and we had to make that tough decision to ease his pain and help him go to the Rainbow Bridge. Taz is missed by all those lives he touched, furry and human. I know he is having fun at the Rainbow Bridge and is waiting for us when it is our time so we can cross together. I miss him so. When I am sad, I read this rainbow bridge poem and it always makes me feel better. I know that Taz is having great fun playing with all his new angel friends.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF WILEY 1996-4/6/09
I had a sister Husky. Her name is Wiley. She is also red and white - but a regular husky. She was about 14 years old. Mom adopted her from the shelter when she was about 1 year old. She was very sick, but Mom took really good care of her. My brother Taz also lived with us and he and Wiley were together for a few years before Mom adopted me. Taz went to the rainbow bridge 2 years ago. Wiley lived with my ex-daddy, Steve, Mom's 2nd husband. When Mom and her ex split up, she got me and he got Wiley. Mom was very sad and missed Wiley very much. Wiley and I never liked each other much. We both thought we were the alpha female and queen of the house. We got into some really awful fights and frequent trips to the emergency vet. Mom tried to break up one of our fights and I accidently bit her. I was so sorry. I didn't mean to bite her. She had to go to the emergency room to be put back together. She still loves me. Mom and ex thought it would be best to separate us since we just couldn't get along. Mom used to visit her sometimes. Wiley has been very sick this past year with cancer. She had surgery and chemo. She was got very sick on 4/6/09 and Mommy told ex-daddy he couldn't let her suffer anymore. So she was put to sleep and is now in the angel wings of Taz, Moses, Hershey and many more of our Rainbow Bridge Angels. Mommy is very sad and will miss her so much, but knows that she is free of pain now and playing again with Taz and running through the snow at the Northern Rainbow Bridge and eating lots and lots of Frosty Paws.imikimi - Customize Your World!
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The Rainbow Bridge for Siberian Husky's:
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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