Gibson was an Epi-dog. He was a strong soul, and a loving pup. He shared his story of Canine Epilepsy all over the world, through books, social media, and his hu-moms website. With his hu-moms help (Dorothy from the blog Five Sibe's Mom) did their very best to help educate others on epilepsy. However, as Dorothy lovingly mentions, Gib's epilepsy did not define him. He was a dog on a mission, and each challenge that came his way, he always pulled through, because of his Siberian strength, and the love of his family and friends. I also want to be clear that even though Gib suffered many challenges with his epilepsy... in the end, that is not what took his life. It was discovered that Gibson had a tumor... which had spread.... badly. It was his time to go North of rainbow bridge, and he went peacefully.
|For you, my dear friend Dorothy, and sweet pup Gibson, in loving memory.|
Gibson, in your honor, I created this graphic for you. You have earned your silver harness North Of Rainbow Bridge. Rest easy sweet boy.
Most of you are familiar with the Rainbow Bridge poem for our pets who have passed, but there is a different version of the Rainbow Bridge for Siberian Huskies, which I will share with you now, in honor of Gibson, the Siberian husky.
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 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 colorsAnd 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 fieldsAnd river, with racing feet and racing heart.They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow BridgeWhere the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by allThe 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 eveningsIn the northernmost parts of this Earth:The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge
Today, it is our Pet Parade blog hop. We are all very sad with Gibson's passing, but lets take this time to celebrate his life, and all he has accomplished. So for today, on this Pet Parade, please take a moment to send prayers to Dorothy and her family, and celebrate all life - as it is a precious, precious thing to have.
|Pet Parade blog hop is hosted by Rascal and Rocco|
Co hosted by: Bionic Basil, Barking From The Bayou, and me, from Love Is Being Owned By A Husky.