Fly Free Galapagos

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Galapagos was my foster dog. He had a brain tumor. He earned his Silver Harness today 4/13/21. He was only with me for 5 weeks, but he’s forever in my heart. These are some of my favorite photos and videos of him.

His status was changed to „fospice“ a few weeks ago when his seizures became more frequent and more brutal. He was spending more time pacing, circling and being restless. I’m glad he’s at peace now but I wished I could find some magic cure to fix him. He was a tremendous amount of work, but I already miss him terribly. He had an alluring smile and a beautiful soul.

He loved food and couldn’t get enough of it. He ate chonks of Rotisserie Chimkins yesterday and this morning indulged in a couple Honey Beef Tracheas, his regular breakfast, and a big greasy Sausage, Egg, Cheese & Canadian Bacon Breakfast Sandwich. Then, in true G-Lapo fashion he proceeded to try and eat my car seats and a dog bed on the way to the vet.
It is very quiet here tonight.

„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.“
–MakWa4me–