Tea Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 Kipmik The snow was deep, but crusted thick the hiss of the runners and sounds of panting The trail was long. tough steep hills Some easy places with snow glittering so bright it made your eyes water Or is that my tears for you? Dear old Wheel dog. Thank you Hike home Tell Grandpa Here is his white dog Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sue R Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 Godspeed, Kipmik! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
G. Festerling Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 Godspeed indeed! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WildFlower Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 RIP Kipmik. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KrisK Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 I'm sorry to hear about Kipmik. I found this variation of Rainbow Bridge, dedicated to Siberian Huskies, but I think it applies to any sled dog. 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. Run swift and sure Kipmik... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gloria Atwater Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 Oh, Tea. With tears I look to the north star where, even now, Kipmik stands at Grandpa's side. It is a place of peace and space and perfect snow. "Where shall we run tonight, Grandfather?" Kipmik asks, for here hearts speak beyond the need of words. "That way," Grandpa replies, and together they look for fresh, new trails while the aurora burns in flames of glory overhead. Hike on, good dog. Love to you and all you leave behind. ~ Gloria Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nancy in AZ Posted January 11, 2012 Report Share Posted January 11, 2012 Tea, This lovely tribute brought tears to my eyes. I'm so sorry for your loss. RIP beloved Kipmik. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tea Posted January 12, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 Thank you Everyone We had a very hard time knowing when it was time for him. But two nights ago he went to the door of the house that leads to the woods, not the front door but a door he never uses. He scratched on it gently, turned and looked for me. Then went to lay down one last time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushdoggie Posted January 12, 2012 Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 What a beautiful tribute. I hold a special place in my heart for Husky dogs...I will always love them. Godspeed, Kipmik. Gentle hugs to you, Tea. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeltaBluez Tess Posted January 12, 2012 Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 White dog Walker of the wind Tail high in life A wisp of white Silent in the night Of dancing snow The journey now begins To meet the elder one To walk together as one Time of life here is short To prepare for the long journey Now with an old friend ~diane pagel 2012~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tea Posted January 12, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 Thank you Diane, a very beautiful poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PSmitty Posted January 12, 2012 Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 Beautiful, Tea. I'm sorry for your loss. Run free, Kipmik. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bcnewe2 Posted January 12, 2012 Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 So Sorry for you loss Tea. I'm sure Kipmik is already leading G-pa's team. Run like the winid Kipmik. Free from pain and enjoying the wonderful place he now calls home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShoresDog Posted January 12, 2012 Report Share Posted January 12, 2012 I'm so sorry, Tea. Your tribute brought tears to my eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beach BCs Posted January 13, 2012 Report Share Posted January 13, 2012 I am so very sorry, Tea. Run wild and free, Kipmik! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tea Posted January 15, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 15, 2012 Thanks everyone, I sure miss him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
geonni banner Posted January 15, 2012 Report Share Posted January 15, 2012 For every parting there is a reunion. For every tear there is a smile. Kipmik is breaking trail now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
juliepoudrier Posted January 16, 2012 Report Share Posted January 16, 2012 Run free Kipmik. The stars are shining more brightly now that you're among them. J. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tea Posted January 16, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2012 Thanks Julie It snowed today, maybe where old Kipmik is as well. Hope it crusts good for you Kip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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