In Memoriam
Cap ABCA 240965
Born 12/25/2003
Died 7/11/2018
By John Seraphine
As this is being written there is a newly empty kennel at Heatherhope. Our remaining six Border Collies, Bilbo the guard dog, and Connie and I salute our beloved Cap as we pass that empty space and remember the magnificent partner, family member, and progenitor who occupied it.
I write this and share it on our Heatherhope website for the sake of our many friends who knew Cap and who share our love of him and all dogs.
Cap was part of a litter bred by Wally Yoder. I bought that litter’s sire, Mirk (ISDS 236175), from a wonderful shepherd-breeder-trainer, Bill Elliot in the Borders of Scotland, and Wally Yoder bought Cap’s dam, Liz (ISDS 243853) from the same gentleman. This was 2002 as the foot and mouth outbreak of 2001 continued and these fine dogs didn’t have much work as stock movements had ground to a halt. From the outset, Wally and I planned to breed these two dogs that had both done quite well in Scottish nursery trials up to the time they were halted due to the disease outbreak. Once home we bred them as soon as Liz came into season. Wally’s Liz was too shy for natural breeding so we brought Cap’s parents to our veterinarian who got the two of them together in his offices, collected fresh semen from Mirk, and immediately inserted it into Liz.
The litter was born on Christmas Day, 2003. Ever since I brought Cap home Wally has reminded me, tongue-in-cheek, that I got the wrong pup. You see, Cap’s blaze had gotten much smaller in the interval between my choosing him and picking him up. I thought perhaps Wally had handed over a different pup. He thought there was a chance I thought he was pulling over a fast one on me, but actually there was so little difference between the pups my only concern was to wind up with a male. But Wally will forever remind me that I got the “wrong pup.”
Of course, Cap, his whole life through, was always the “right pup” and the “right dog” for Connie and me and Heatherhope Farm.
Cap, like his father, Mirk, had ample power to move sheep, along with an extreme reluctance to stop. While Mirk had been well trained by Bill Elliot, and tended to fetch and drive at a steady pace, I was the only one to ever handle Cap, and I couldn’t get that pace right, or the stops I wanted, or the proper shape to wider flanks. Cap’s hard driving style also made me so nervous that my mouth dried out so I often couldn’t manage to blow my whistle. So there was always murmuring around the handlers’ tent and well-intended advice about the virtues of quiet handling.
In spite of me, however, Cap picked up things fast. He could complete open courses by his first birthday, and we could at least attempt international shedding by his 16th month. We managed to wind up on the prize lists from time to time, and even to win a couple open trials. But what impressed me the most was the way he could manage to fetch mishandled sheep that had run back to the set-out pen—a task only the rarest dog is up to.
While I was pretty consistently frustrated by not being able to handle Cap better, I started to overhear people whispering that a certain top handler was telling people that he considered Cap to be one of the most promising stud dogs around. I thought I misheard, or it was a joke; but it must have been true, and it must have been picked up by enough good breeders so that Cap sired over 50 pups in eleven litters. There are a handful of his pups and grand-pups that are among the very top herding dogs in the nation today. And many, many others who are doing fantastic stock work and making fantastic companions for people from coast to coast.
So, on Cap’s last day in this life, we laid him out in the shade, waiting for our evening appointment at the veterinarians. He was panting, and he was fading; but he seemed at peace. I stroked him and reminded him that this was his domain—with the grass and the leaves blowing in the wind, and the sheep spread out in the pasture of Heatherhope—the only home he had ever known. He had always been a faithful and honest dog. He had been the most gentlemanly of stud dogs to the bitches brought to him—always waiting patiently until they were ready for him. He enjoyed our sip of Scotch on the couch on an evening, but never outstayed his welcome, soon going to the door to be let back out to his kennel. I thanked him for forgiving me for my ridiculous yelling at him, and all the wrong commands, and for being patient, and teaching me to be patient in return. I thanked him for teaching me trust. I thanked him for those successes and wins that we finally achieved together that convinced some that I had finally learned a thing or two about handling. I thanked the God of Creation for putting a spirit like this into a dog like this. I thanked God for bringing us together.
But most of all, on that grass beneath the Sugar Maple, and a final time as the doctor gave him the injection that allowed him to slip into that ultimate sleep, Connie and I assured our dear Cap that he wasn’t alone…and that we love him always.
Oh my goodness, I am in tears. John, Connie and Creatures, my sincerest condolences. What a wonderful tribute to Cap. He was my sidekick when I was there. I will sorely miss him on my visits to your farm. That’ll do Cappie~
Cap was special, indeed. Your memorial blog brings tears to my eyes! God blessed your richly with all his time in your care…the right dog with the right man and woman.
I am blessed to say I knew this sweet pup. I wish I had seen him in his prime and trial days but glad to have known the steadfast leader of a motley crew. He was a gentle dog that made the walks around the field and enjoyable stroll, if dogs could roll their eyes at the younger generations he would have, he was bursting with personality without have to do anything but stare at you with wise and once a “powerful” look. I am sorry to hear of his passing but comforted to know he had a wonderful life with John and Connie. He may have been only a simple dog from an outsider perspective but he changed many a lives on his brief time on Earth. Rest In Peace Cap.
Thanks for your thoughtful comments, Brandie, and thanks for walking and feeding Cap so many times. The other dogs look forward to seeing you again.
Peace,
John
Roberta:
All the dogs welcomed and still do your visits to the farm. They are happy you don’t mind paw prints on your nice clothing.
We will keep thinking of Cap for a long time.
Peace to you and Warren.
John
Nisi:
You were a great comfort and guide to Cap in his latter years. You have a wonderful feel for dogs and their special needs. Thank you for your comments and for all the care you give our dogs when we are traveling.
Peace,
John
John, I am heartbroken that this great dog has passed. I always admired Cap, and watched his progeny with great interest and respect. In two weeks I will get a Cap granddaughter. I am so very glad I put my name on the list for this litter. I will cherish my Cap granddaughter. Condolences to you and Connie. What a wonderful gift to have shared breathing space with this magnificent dog.
So sorry to hear of Cap’s passing, John. He was a good, good dog for you. He was so handsome, and I loved watching him work at sheep dog trials. I will always be grateful for his two daughters that I have owned. Thank you for penning such a nice memorial to him.
Ronnie:
Thank you for your comments. We know Sian and Poe have been handfuls. Do you still have Poe? We are enjoying Betty and will be trialing with her, and even though Hector is still unpolished and Zac on sheep is like pulling teeth, we love them both as well.
Do you have a Cap grand-pup? We heard something to that effect on the grapevine.
Hi to Hixie and all the best to you both.
Peace,
John
Jennifer:
All the best to you and your Cap granddaughter. Let us know what you name her.
I have to put in a good word for good veterinarians as well. We had a good one help Cap pass; and his passing was very gentle and peaceful as a result.
Peace,
John
John & Connie, I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I don’t think I have personally met Cap but from your tribute, I feel like I have met him. He sounds truly unforgettable! And it isn’t that what each of us hopes for, that when we are gone, people will remember us with love and smiles. And I think Cap has accomplished that many times over. Peace and Comfort to you both!
Marybeth:
You may not have “personally met” Cap, but you have seen him run by during breaks at the clinic. And you have seen his offspring, I’m sure. My Betty is one of three of his pups that we have now.
Thanks so much for the “peace and comfort.” Dog lovers know what it means to lose a companion.
Peace,
John