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.
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.
KERA ,
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED AND ALWAYS
BE IN MY HEART.
I LOVE YOU KERA
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED AND ALWAYS
BE IN MY HEART.
I LOVE YOU KERA
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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 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
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.
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 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
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.
Thank you Marilyn Pyeatt so much for
putting this picture together for us above .
It means a lot to us and we love it .
putting this picture together for us above .
It means a lot to us and we love it .
