Just saw this on another forum.

North of the Rainbow Bridge

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

That´s beautiful

Had to share. Like so many I've been there and struggled with the "decision".

Balling at my desk

MelissaI wrote:

Balling at my desk

Sorry about that.

Gunnersmatejmac wrote:

MelissaI wrote:

Balling at my desk

Sorry about that.

No, it's ok. It's just beautiful and I get really emotional over dog related things.

MelissaI wrote:

Gunnersmatejmac wrote:

MelissaI wrote:

Balling at my desk

Sorry about that.

No, it's ok. It's just beautiful and I get really emotional over dog related things.

That's understandable.

This is so sweet. When Dash passed in Feb this year I always imagined him running with the dogs of my childhood in a meadow full of butterflies and beetles for him to chase.

I guess all the dogs have their own special place to go.