North of 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
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
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