I wrote this for anyone who has ever lost a husky.
Spirit of the Husky
When she closed her eyes forever,
another journey had begun.
Her spirit soared across the frozen sky,
to the place where huskies run.
With wings of white upon her back,
like a comet passing by.
Racing towards that holy place,
beyond the midnight sky.
Soon her memories began to fade,
of her life left far behind.
The call of the northern lights,
was etched upon her mind.
At last she crossed the rainbow bridge,
to the place all huskies go.
A land filled with big tall pines,
and fresh unbroken snow.
A place where huskies run and play,
until it’s time to leave.
When one arrives another has to go,
and this you should believe.
Her spirit will cross that bridge once more,
to fly those frozen skies.
Arriving as a new-born pup,
with bright blue husky eyes.
Fear not when you lose a friend,
that one that meant so much.
A husky’s work is never done,
and your soul forever touched.
Again, and again those souls return,
to a place upon this earth.
To share their special gift of love,
for those who earn their worth.
They run and dig, and chase the cat,
but in the snow they fly!
It’s the spirit of your husky,
and that will never die.
Todd M. Johnson © March 7, 2017
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