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Sutula's Dancin' Up a Storm - "Ginger"

11 January, 1999 - 19 July, 2012

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I lost another friend, today. Ginny's not been eating well and has been steadily losing weight and health since last fall. She has been eating even less well for the last few weeks, but I attributed it to the very hot weather we've been having. Yesterday morning when I went out to take care of the "kids" before going to work, she seemed not to feel well, so I gave her medication for pain, and spent a few extra moments making her as comfortable as I could... She still wasn't well last night, so I let Becky (Austinville) know, and she came over and spent some time with us, and I made arrangements for my vet to come out and release her from her pain. He came at 7 this morning, and she's now running free in her silver harness, while waiting for me to join her one day... Ginny - I'll miss you until that day!

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im so sorry gigi :(

massive hugs

R.I.P Ginny

God saw you getting tired

and a cure was not to be.

So he put his arms around you

and whispered “Come to Me”.

A golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands now rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

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To make Heaven the perfect resting place for loved ones we adore, God made sure those pearly gates contains a doggy door.

With Sympathy, our thoughts are with you.

Run Free with no more pain to the Rainbow Bridge, Ginny.

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Grandma Ginny........my eyes well with tears that you have left. Your message was clear though, you were ready to be released.

You were such a wonderful teacher to my Ryn.

Wear that silver harness with pride dear girl. I will never forget your wisdom and patience. What an honor to have known you here on Earth.

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Thank you - all of you! Yes, Hy'Shqa (and Austinville ) she was a wise old girl!

She was the original drama-queen, and didn't mind manipulating, when she thought it might get her what she wanted! She embarrassed me more than a few times, but she always made me laugh, even on thouse occasions! One time when I had her in an agility class, and was working her off-lead (inside a building!) and without a collar, someone entered the building during the class, and she, deciding she'd had enough of behaving and doing agility for the night, headed for the door. I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, since there wasn't a collar to grab, to stop her from getting to the door. I wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt, but she immediately fell to the floor, screaming bloody murder - you would have thought I was ripping her toe nails out, one by one! Every eye in the room turned to look at us, as all activity ceased - until they saw that I had simply grabbed her to keep her from zipping out the door, and that she truly was NOT hurt! Funny, funny girl!

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Gigi, I don't know if I could bare losing such a beautiful girl. My heart goes out to you for all the care and love you have for your dogs. She was truly lucky to be part of your life, and I'm sure you feel you were lucky with her as well.

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Thank you, everyone! I'm sure that Ginny IS running free - and loving being able to again! Her daddy was the first AKC Siberian show champion to ever complete the Iditarod (and the Yukon Quest, too!), so running was in her blood! I've no doubt that her many relatives on the other side of the Bridge helped her get into her new silver harness, and are showing her the best trails around!

Gigi, I don't know if I could bare losing such a beautiful girl. My heart goes out to you for all the care and love you have for your dogs. She was truly lucky to be part of your life, and I'm sure you feel you were lucky with her as well.

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Thank you, Dave! Yes, I WAS lucky to have her in my life!

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Gigi, I am so sorry to hear this news about your beloved Ginny, I have been in your shoes and know that you did the best thing you could've done for her. You were not selfish and thought of her first and the pain she was going through. My King Red Leo will help her around on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge and will show her all the best spots.

North of The Rainbow Bridge

by MakWa4me

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[TD="bgcolor: #000000, align: left"]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.[/TD]

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The Silver Harness

by Andre DeMerchant

Tookla's magnificent head came up with a start. What was that? Another sound? Ears forward, Tookla's ice-blue eyes stared out from the doorway of his plywood doghouse.

Getting up slowly he stretched luxuriously and moved carefully from the warmth of his hay filled house into the bitter chill of his fenced outdoor run. Standing still, Tookla alertly scanned the February afternoon landscape outside his run. Nothing.

How many times now had he expectantly searched the surrounding area only to be disappointed? Walking to the end of his run, Tookla sat slowly down and heaved a great sigh. Sparkles of frost chased by shivery wintry blasts twirled through the air and landed on his thick warm coat.

Half closing his eyes, Tookla began to think back to the old days, the good days. "It wasn't always like this," he thought to himself. "I used to go with my master and the team always. But no more. Not for a long time. My own son now has my place at the front of the team. Faster than me now. Much faster. Like I was faster than my father, Sabu. But I wasn't always faster than my father. I had to grow, to work so hard! Running back in the team with the others. Not for me. I didn't like that. Only after Sabu and my master taught me the words could I go in front. Then we were so fast! Soon I was even faster than father! Often I was at the front. I remember running through all those pine trees with the others, faster than ever! We flew down the trail.

When it was over he was so happy with us. So many people came to see us and pet us and give us treats. Always after that I was at the front. So many times we went out and so many times we ran faster than others. But no more now. My legs are stiff and I can no longer run as far as before. Oh, I have not run for so long! Now my son leads the others. As it was for my father, it is for me also and shall one day be for my son."

Opening his eyes Tookla had another look around the yard. Seeing nothing he rose slowly to his feet, turned and walked swiftly toward his dog house. A sudden noise behind Tookla caused him to whirl quickly around. His eyes grew wide with fright as he took an involuntary step backward.

"Who's there?" challenged Tookla.

"It is I. Sabu." came the reply.

"Sabu? But..no! It can't be! You've been gone for so long now. I remember you were very old. Then one day you went away and never came back. How can it be you are here now?"

"I have come back to see you Tookla."

"But why?"

"To tell you of a place. A wonderful place. The sun shines always. We never want for food or water. And run! Oh, Tookla! We can run forever on grassy fields, through thick woods. Many little animals are there also. We chase them often but never are they caught. It is all for fun. All the others are there also. Your mother, Sheena. Your sister, Koola, who has gone before you. We run together always. It is such a marvellous place!"

"No!" growled Tookla, suddenly wary. "It is a trick! You are not Sabu!"

"No Tookla. It is no trick. Come, let us butt noses. You will see that I am your father. You will see that what I tell you is true."

Slowly, gingerly, almost on tiptoe, Tookla moved towards the muzzle poking though the chain link. Sniffing carefully, Tookla stretched his neck until the noses just touched. Quickly he jumped back, eyes wide.

"It is you!" he exclaimed in amazement.

"It is as I have said, my son."

"But what is that upon your back, Father?"

Sabu turned to afford Tooka a better view.

"It is my silver harness."

"It is beautiful! Oh, that I could wear such a harness! How the light dances upon the silver straps!"

"We all have one to wear, Tookla. It is especially for the Run of the Lights."

"What is the Run of the Lights, Father?"

"It is when we all run together, each of us wearing a silver harness. We run when it is dark, faster and faster we go till we take off! We race into the sky, past the stars and the moon itself. The light from the stars shines and twinkles upon our silver harnesses sending flashes and streams of light all over the sky!"

Gazing longingly up at the gathering February twilight, Tookla could only manage, "Oh that would be so grand!"

"Now, Tookla, it is time for me to tell you the reason for my visit."

"What is it, Father?"

"It is your time, Tookla. It is time for you to take your place beside us. I have come to lead you to the wonderful place."

"But..." Tookla stammered. "I'm not ready! I mean, I haven't seen my master come back with the team! I haven't had my walk..."

"Come, Tookla. It is time."

"But I can't. I can't leave my run. I'm locked in."

Backing up a few paces, Sabu turned to face Tookla.

"Walk towards me, my son," he said softly.

Cautiously Tookla walked forward. When he reached the fence he stopped and whined.

"I can't! I can't get out!"

"Come, Tookla," replied the voice with great warmth. "You can do it. Just keep walking."

Tookla picked up a front paw and moved it slowly forward. It went through! It went through the fence! Now thoroughly excited, Tookla shut his eyes and walked gingerly ahead. After a few paces he stopped and, turning around, opened his eyes.

"I'm out! I did it!" His eyes danced with joy as he quickly surveyed the yard, now lying deep in evening shadows.

"Come, Tookla. We must go," reminded Sabu, who, without further word, turned and started running towards an open field. Tookla was soon in step beside him as they streaked across the ground.

"Now Tookla!" panted Sabu. "Run! Run as fast as you can!" Ears flat against his head, tail straight out, Tookla put all his heart into his running. Suddenly they took off, rocketing up into the night sky.

"Look! Look at me run, Sabu! No longer are my legs stiff! No longer do I grow quickly tired! I'm young again!" shouted Tookla, tongue lolling, eyes shining with excitment.

Sabu laughed. "Yes, you are very fast my son. And you look very good in your silver harness."

Glancing back, Tookla exclaimed, "The harness! I too have a silver harness!" And with a heart bursting with happiness, Tookla kept pace beside his father. Starlight glittered and moonlight flashed off the silver webbing and across the darkening sky as the two Sibes soared up towards the wonderful place.

Hal was lost in thought as the truck bumped and lurched up the laneway and into the darkened yard. Shutting off the engine, Hal heaved himself out of the truck then suddenly pulled up short.

"It's real quiet around here tonight," he thought to himself as he peered into the gloom of the yard. "Too darn quiet!" Walking swiftly to the kennel building he flipped on all the lights and started to check all the runs.

"What's going on guys?" said Hal as he moved among the pens. A couple of Sibes rose from the floor and waved their tails apologetically. At the other end of the building one of them whined softly. As if suddenly struck with a thought, Hal pivoted on his heel, and banging through the door, sprinted across the yard towards Tookla's single run by the house.

"Tookla! Tookla, we're home! Tookla? Hal spoke loudly as he reached the run door. The familiar form of Hal's old lead dog was not in its usual place at the end of the run. Tendrils of apprehension gripped Hal's heart as his shaking hands fumbled with the lock. "Tookla! Where are you? Tookla, come see me!" Hal said urgently as he swung the gate wide. Dropping to his knees in front of the dog house, Hal hesitated, dreading what he would find. Reaching inside, Hal buried his hand in the fur of an inert form and gave it a shake.

"Tookla. Tookla it's me." he said softly.

Oh no. Oh Tookla!" exclaimed Hal as the reality of the situation struck.

Pulling Tookla onto his lap, Hal sat down on the cold cement and caressed the lifeless form.

"Oh, Tookla. My poor, poor Tookla. Good-bye, old friend," muttered Hal as tears coursed down his cheeks, falling and freezing on the furry figure below.

Feeling suddenly very weary, Hal leaned back against the chain link as a February wind blustered around him. Leaning his head back, Hal turned his red-rimmed eyes toward the night sky and sat for a long time, both enthralled and comforted by the brilliant beauty of the dancing Northern Lights.

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Gigi, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. The tears well as I think of how tough a year you have had with the pack. No doubt with all the others meeting her, my Stormy girl will run free with her...she could dig out of the yard in 30 seconds, while being shocked by the invisible fence and screaming....then run for hours, while we drove around looking for her! Will be thinking of you and the rest of the pack. :angel:

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Gigi, I'm so sorry to hear this. I sit here with tears in my eyes just thinking of all you've lost in the last year. It's never an easy decision to let one go, no matter how many times you've been through it. Ginny was beautiful....RIP sweet girl. :rainbowbridge:

You're right - it's never easy to let them go! I'm glad for that, actually - if it ever were easy, it would mean I was in real trouble! I don't think I'd like myself very well... Thanks so much for the kind thoughts and words, Sally!

I'm so sorry Gigi.:( Run free beautiful Ginny! So happy I was able to meet her last year at camp.

Thanks, Brian - I'm glad you got to meet her, too! She was a very special girl!

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