"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." - Will Rogers


Gone, but never to be forgotten ...

 

"Mason"  (1991-2001)

aka Am & Can Champion Ace's Calm Piece of the Rock 
(Ch Delanda's Rockford Calm X Ch Susant's Ginger Snap)  

Black 26" Bouvier des Flandres dog

 

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are his life, his love, his leader.  He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.  You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Anonymous    

 

 

 

For my sweet Mason ... 

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die . . .   

- Author unknown

 

 

Mason was bred by Jill Lockhart and I picked him from the litter with the help and guidance of Jill and Cheryl Calm.  Shown here at 8 weeks of age.  It seems like only yesterday he was a little ball of fur.  He came home with me and remained my constant companion and protector.

 

 

 

 

 

Mason lived the life-o-Riley.  He came to work with me (shown left during his upside-down nap time) and enjoyed the attention of the whole work force.  He was coddled and primped and presented in the show ring in Canada and the US.  He finished both his Canadian and US Championship owner-handled.  He is shown at the right winning Puppy Herding Group.

 

 

 

 

Mason was an active dog and enjoyed the outdoors.  There was herding, hiking and beach trips that made up years of happiness and changing scenery.  He enjoyed new challenges and learning new skills, but his most important and best-loved job was as my protector and friend.  

Only three week's before Mason's death he began to show symptoms of any problem at all.  Within four days, Mason was diagnosed with malignant carcinoma of the stomach.  He held on and retained his dignity for three weeks before he finally gave up.  Jill's gentle hands brought Mason into the world and I was blessed to be there to hold him in my arms when he left.  He was loved and admired by many, but his absence is most strongly felt when he is not there to greet me when I arrive home and nuzzle me awake each morning. He is gone only in the physical sense, but he will never be forgotten.