To hold a living creature, to see its loveliness and to breathe in that sweet puppy breath, to feel its heart beat in your hands, to know its trust in you, is to understand the special bond between a puppy and its breeder.

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(January 8, 1987 to September 29, 1999)

Euthanized AT 12 3/4 years of age due to breaking a pastern due to Osteoporosis (loss of bone density).

JORDAN TRIBUTE

Graphic pictured above by Carol Kufner

This lovely male comes from a very healthy and long-lived line of dogs.  He was a proven producer, figuring prominently in the pedigrees of several Canadian kennels. As such he is the grandsire of Multi BIS/BISS Can/Am Ch Freespirits Dawnaquinn Diva, the #2 All Breed Winner for 1995 as well as #1 Working Dog and to her litter brother Multi BISS Can/Am Ch. Dawnaquinn' s Right On Roger. To his credit 'Roger' won five Specialties, two of those prestigious wins being the Canadian National. During Jordan's lifetime he sired 21 Canadian Champions. His daughter Can Ch Sleepycoves High Wire Dhobi CD TT CGC ROMC has become a proven producer as a direct result of her sire's genes. In just two litters she has whelped 16 live puppies, 9 of which are Canadian Champions. His Great-Granddaughter, Multi 16X HIT Can/Int CH Can MOTCH Pentium a Dream Within Equinox Am UD AX MXJ VCX WAC CGC Can RN DD AGI ADC ROMC HIC LC-13 aka Jayman became the first Doberman ever in Canada to hold the CKC title of DRAFT DOG -- and after only two lessons!!!

Jordan's Health Statistics

  • Vetgen VWD CARRIER (Elisa 60%)
  • T4/TSH Low
  • OFA Good
  • CERF clear

You may click on the advertisement below in order to view a much larger copy...

Jordan ad

For us, nothing can top that and Jordan was then truly retired to his status of the Equinox official 'Veteran Couch Potato' and much-loved Doberman ... as such, he held a very special place in our hearts and our home. There will never be another Jordan and for that we are sad but to have had him long enough to have loved him so much has been our pleasure. On September 29, 1999 we had to 'give him back' - we like to think that we did so with grace and dignity.

'When that spirit that answered your every mood is gone,  wherever it goes for good, You will discover how much you care and will give your heart to a dog to tear' by Rudyard Kipling

Jordan painting

VISION

I saw a glimmering vision
It took my breath away
T' was the silhouette of a Doberman
More regal than words can say.
The beams of light they danced
On a coat of fiery red
A vision of perfection
Crowning his magnificent head.
He stood there like a statue
For all the world to see
What a vision of perfection
The Doberman can be.
The look of a noble prince
Lord of all he surveys
Confident in himself
Eyes fixed in aristocratic gaze.
Never shall I forget
The vision I saw that day
Of the mighty Doberman
Who took my breath away

(For you Jordan) 
Poem above by Carol Kufner

Longevity Certificate

longevity certificate

'JORDAN' the morning of the 1997 ADPC Specialty (pictured at 10 1/2 years of age)

JORDAN @ SPECIALTY AT 10 1/2 Y.O.Am.Can.Ch.Equinox Tightrope, TT the weekend of the Specialty

'JORDAN' kicking back the morning of the 1997 ADPC Specialty (pictured at 10 1/2 years of age)

Am.Can.Ch.Equinox Tightrope, TT relaxing the weekend of the Specialty

When the time came for you to cross that 'Rainbow Bridge' Ray held you in his arms, laid his head upon your velvet cheek, and whispered one last time 
  "We love you this much Jordan"

JORDAN @12 Y.O.

Our Untimely Loss...

I only that wish I too could have been there for you my soul-mate ... I'm so thankful that at least your Dad was with you to the end.

We wanted to let everyone know exactly what ended a beautiful and very cherished friend's full life. I always swore that I was with him when he arrived in this world and that I would be with him the day that he died. On September 29,1999 my husband called me at work to tell me that Jordan appeared to have injured his foot and couldn't/wouldn't walk. I hadn't taken the van to work with me that day and since I work half an hour out of town I asked him to take the old guy to the vet for me. Ray called me from the clinic to tell me that Jordan had broken the bone just above the joint on the ankle and that the vets had x-rayed both front legs as a comparison. Apparently the one that had broken had absolutely no bone density. The vet's feeling was that it was very likely a form of osteoporosis or possibly even a tumour, he wasn't certain , although he was leaning towards osteoporosis . He *was* certain though that due to his advanced age my boy wouldn't heal well at all, if ever, so I had to make the dread decision over the telephone to let my boy go without my being there to say goodbye to him. Ray stayed with him of course and was with him for at least an hour afterward.

I don't know if I will ever get that sense of closure that comes when you are able to wish your soul-mate a safe trip to the Rainbow Bridge. I don't know if I will ever walk into this house and not be sad because he doesn't come to greet me anymore. I don't know if I'll ever quit crying inside because it hurts so darn much that he will never again be lying on my couch or doing the bum dance or singing to me or walking around with my shoe in his mouth. 

Please enjoy your babies because you never know when they will be taken from you. Yes I know he was almost thirteen but you know what? He wasn't ready because he WAS the epitome of health for his age without a sick moment. Oh sure he had lately had some confused moments, he had cataracts, poor vision and didn't hear so well anymore but he was healthy for his age and happy. 

To have him taken from us so quickly makes our loss so very hard to deal with. It's hard at any time and at any age but for us it was doubly hard because we had Jordan from the moment he was born and he did so much for us. To have him taken from us and to not to be there for him as I had always  promised him made me feel so sick inside and even now the anger can be felt and the tears sometimes still fall. 

When my boy died I felt so very alone and probably will for a very long while.

Please click HERE to read a couple of lovely poems that may help you through your time of sorrow, just as it helped me.

Dache & Jordan

JORDAN' and one-month-old Jordache (Can Ch Equinox Designer Genes, CD, VC, HIC, ROMC), representing 4 generations at Equinox. Jordan is shown above at just 4 weeks short of his twelfth birthday and in the peak of health as he always was until the day he was put to rest two months prior to his thirteenth birthday .

A TALE FOR A BREEDER

I love my little puppy, he makes my house a home, he always is my best friend, I never feel alone. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he fills my heart with love. Did some breeder breed him? Was he sent from  heaven above?

I've never been a breeder, or seen life through their eyes. I hold my little puppy, just sit and criticize. I've never know their anguish, I've never felt their pain, the caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain. I've never waited all night long for puppies to be born, the stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn...

I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands, a darling little puppy who weighs just a few grams!! Should you do this instead of that? Or just pray to God? Alone you fight, and hope one day he'll grow into a dog, bring joy to another being and make a house a home. You know it's all just up to you, you fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right. Two hourly feeds for this little mite throughout the day and night. In your heart you know it, you'll surely lose the fight to save this little baby, but God willing, you just might save the little mite....

Day one he's in there fighting. You say a silent prayer. Day two and three he's doing well, with lots of loving care. Day four and five - he's still alive your hopes soar to the heavens! Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.

You take this little angel and bury him alone, with aching heart and burning tears, (and an exhausted groan). You ask yourself, Why do this? Why suffer all the pain? But seeing the joy that puppies bring - it really self explains! So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed". Think what they sometimes endure to fill another's need.

And when you buy a puppy, with dollars and cents you part. You only pay with money ... we pay with our hearts.

Where to Bury A Dog

If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call. Come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path to  your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place then to bury a dog, is in the HEART of his master.  ~author unknown~

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