11/14/97 to 9/12/2008
The Stone succumbed to cancer at just ten years old...
He left this world quietly and with little fanfare, but how can I even begin
to draw together the edges of the hole that he left behind him?
He was a remarkable dog...
Stoney finished his breed and obedience titles on one glorious weekend at the
Boston, Massachusetts Bayside Cluster, earning two five point majors
(his second and third...) and three obedience legs in four days...
His true vocation was as canine caretaker to all of the creatures who
inhabited my life, cats and dogs and people alike. He strolled about the house,
his eager entourage at his heels, an occasional foster puppy tugging
urgently on his collar... The Stone was that rare creature, an animal
without grudges, without fears, at peace with himself and in
harmony with others.
Here is a photographic essay of his life. When I collected these pictures,
I realized two things about the Stone: he was almost never alone and he was
always happy. I cannot imagine that any dog had a better life than his.