My gorgeous dogs waiting at the Rainbow Bridge
d.o.b: 26 APRIL 1997 - 6TH MARCH 2007
Sire: Polstars Auriga Ikaluit (A) (DEC)
Dam: Phantomal Mistral (A)(DEC)
Oh Isi, how could I do this to you too. Why did you grow old and frail? Where did that oh so pretty puppy go, that puppy that bounced everywhere, that LOVED to show herself in the show ring, that adolescent who tried oh so hard to be the ALFA of the pack. Where did my grown up grumpy Isi go to? The Isi who thought she was the best, who went everywhere with her sister Kitanna. We shared some great times together Isi, do you remember camping at Bogong? The runs in the snow and frost, the ice cold river swims, the campfire snuggles? You were my water baby Isabel, do you remember our swim in the river when all of a sudden the river got so deep and there was no way out, do you remember clinging to me as we both almost drowned until I managed to get us to shore? Do you remember licking Littlemans face when he finally was able to join you in that same river for a swim?
Isi, the guilt is eating me up inside, overnight it seemed my energetic girl got old, your legs went, but not your ethusiasm for food or for giving love. Life was an adventure for you, to be grasped and run with, to leap, to swim, to run, to chase.....until you couldn't do these things anymore.
Funny I always thought it would be your heart troubles that would take you from me, but again I had to make the decision to send you away myself. It seems half my family is in heaven now, hopefully waiting for me at the rainbow bridge. Are you causing trouble up there Isi? are you taking care of Littleman and respecting your mother Mistral? Im sure Kitanna is overjoyed to have her sister back, I bet she missed you like you did her.
Wait for me Isabel, with your family, there are still so many adventures we can do together........
Mistral - Isabel - Kitanna - showing weekend away
Kitanna and Isabel camping
Kitanna, Isabel and Littleman sharing a swim
d.o.b: 26 APRIL 1997 - 27 January 2007
Sire: Polstars Auriga Ikaluit (A) (DEC)
Dam: Phantomal Mistral (A)(DEC)
Kitty Kat, you have gone my beautiful girl.
I miss you already my sweet gentle big girl, with your gentle howl, your scream for dinner, your massive wet tounge that you just couldn't help yourself, you just had to lick and lick and lick. What a giant you were, but Oh so soft, you hated showing, but spent your life playing and giving me two wonderful litters, just like your name.
What a suprise you were, tricking me in your first pregnancy and giving me 10 babies, then not producing enough milk to feed them all. You watched me with trusting eyes, feed your babies, and then gently took them back so you could clean and comfort them. What a wonderful mother you were, you adored your babies, showering them with love and attention. Can you believe Kitanna that your babies are now 7?
You were inseparable from your sister Isabel, like chalk and cheese in looks, you were happy to have someone to follow and get into trouble with. Always gentle, Kit, I cant remember a time I had to tell you off.
Kit I love you and miss you. I wish there was more I could have done for you when you stated fitting, I loved you for as long as I could Kit Kat, before I had to let you go. Please wait for me at the Rainbow bridge, my arms ache to wrap them around you again and to feel the rasp of your tongue on my face. Look after littleman for me as you always did when he was on earth here with us.
d.o.b: 26 APRIL 1997 - 04 December 2004
Sire: Polstars Auriga Ikaluit (A) (Dec)
Dam: Phantomal Mistral (A)(Dec)
I have lost my heart and soul, my beloverd LITTLEMAN. My chest aches and my eyes are still swollen, my ears are still listening out for the sound of his feet on the floorboards, but the reality is, he's gone. Seven years and seven months I was blessed with him, each day a achievement, each day a joy. But I had to give my gift back to god, for that's how I saw him, a beautiful, not quite right in body and mind, but a gift none the less.
Littleman did nothing for the breed, did nothing for my kennels, he wasn't a show dog, or a stud dog, he was simply my best friend, my substitute son, the boy who was with me through thick and thin. Both of us went to hell and back over the years, with either his frail body. It was a fight from the time he was born and at 7 weeks old when I realised the extent of his problems, to keep him alive, to keep him moving, to keep him healthy. But if there ever was a dog that wanted to live, it was my boy, who saw through countless operations and treatment, with the most cheerful and happy smiling eyes and zest for life and living it.
I could write a book on this boys short but eventful life, his "go get-em!" attitude, his will to live, fight, run and catch up with the others, his wish to swim the river with the others, (he achieved all this). His wobbly "I must, I must, cock my leg to pee". His bunny-hopping-windmill-like back legs flying everywhere when he tried to run fast. His nose in my face when he didn't get his way. His balancing act when her tried to do the "chicken scratch". His under-the-breath-girl-like bark and howl and his growl that sounds more like a cat clearing its throat. His "I'm tougher than you" attitude to other dogs, who no matter what size or level of aggressiveness, all just want to lick his face and submit to him. His mile-wide grin that flopped around as he pelted towards me when he saw me coming. Littleman touched most people who met him, they realised he was special, not only to me, but in himself.
God how I miss him so much already. Thank you to Fionna who came to see me through the toughest day of my life, who was rightly there at the end as she had been there when he was born and just began his life. Littleman and I spent the morning together, me grooming him, playing with him and feeding him his favorite foods. In the afternoon Fionna and I took him for a walk and when he had tired we sat under a tree with him, where he played with a teddy and received cuddles, kisses and instructions from both of us. When they came for my boy, Littleman had thought he had been on a grand adventure, he had been having such a great time. He died peacefully with my arms surrounding him, just as they had when he was a baby.
RIP Articmal Cikana Inihan (Small Wonder) 26 April 1997 to 04 December 2004.
15 March 1995 - 05 OCTOBER 2004
Sire: Chuckchii Great Warrior (Dec)
Dam: Snowplains Munchkin (A) (Dec)
I lost Mistral tragically to a large tumour on her spleen that bled out before we could give her a life saving transfusion. I was in shock to loose my tough cow of an alpha bitch. Mistral was my first Malamute bitch, the foundation of my kennels. Mistral is the Mother, Grandmother and GreatGrand mother of Champions, titled working dogs, pampered pets and her greatest gift to me, my wonderful Littleman.
She taught me what it was like to show an enthusiastic bitch. She taught me to respect the intelligence of a female Malamute. She gave me three beautiful litters, my first experience in raising, stressing over and loving a litter. She helped save the lives of her grand pups by feeding them when her daughter couldn't. She ruled the roost with an iron will rather than with aggressive teeth.
Mistral I hope you enjoy your time waiting for me with your Mother Jewel and ½ sister Nikki (NO FIGHTING). I will miss your presence, your howl, your energetic runs, your shrewdness, your disobedience, and your ability to keep all the younger dogs in line but most of all your loving nature. The essence of you will always be with me in your daughters Isabel & Kitanna, your son Littleman, your Grand daughter Fawn, your Grandson Riva and your great grand daughter Rain. We will howl for you together.
Star
Beautiful companion and gentle teacher.
Sadly put to sleep October, 2001.
Star was my teacher, my friend, my escape...
He gave me confidence to ride with his sure and steady fleet-feet.
His no-fuss attitude to surprises, his gentle behaviour with children and his noble tolerance to the noisy fluffy four-footed friends he had to put up with. His ability to accept all my mistakes and to guide me in the right direction.
I miss you mate, and I thank you for your trusting nature and loving friendship.