Dogs are real friends of a person who will never leave us even in the most difficult moment, and will not exchange us even for the most appetizing bone. If you want to know what sincere love and friendship are, then get yourself a dog and you won’t regret it. This heartbreaking story happened to an old 16-year-old dog named Mason, who saved the life of his loving owner at the cost of his own life.
Meet Steve Mason, or just Mason. And he’s the most incredible dog I’ve ever met in my life. He’s been my best friend for 16 years. This story is about how he died saving my life for the last time
Mason was a mix of different breeds: Husky, Labrador and Rottweiler. He had funny insanely fluffy ears. I chose him because of all the running and yapping puppies, he was the only one who stopped to smell the flowers.
Mason was also my older brother’s best friend and companion. Even after many years, when he saw my brother, he still asked for his arms, as if he was a little puppy.
This winter I hoped to arrange as many adventures with him as possible, as I understood that his time was coming to an end.
On March 5, together with him and three other young dogs from the neighborhood, we decided to go on a short hike before I left for work.
About a mile from home, as we were walking along our snowy path, I noticed a figure following us in the distance. I immediately realized that it was a wolf. I haven’t seen wolves in our valley for 15 years, usually wolves are very secretive and hide from people. Not willing to risk it, I turned towards the house, thinking that we would let the wolf pass.
After a few minutes, the young dogs started barking. I turned around and saw a wolf a meter and a half behind me. He was huge. He looked scared and insecure, but most of all hungry. We’re in trouble. He attacked us and for the next 20 minutes we fought him off as best we could. I beat him with ski poles while the dogs bit him. He was weak, but he was a good fighter.
Mason and I fought side by side. And it was already clear that the victory was ours. And when the wolf also realized this, he grabbed the smallest dog and attacked her.
And at that very moment, my frail old man rushed at the wolf. He looked very big and formidable. I’ve never seen him so fierce. He beat off the puppy, but the wolf managed to tear Mason’s throat. Everything happened in a split second.
I’ve never screamed so loud in my life. It was already too late to do anything. Mason was dead and the wolf began to eat him.
I really miss Mason. After his death, I had an emptiness inside. Although I know that I could not help him in any way, but the thought does not leave me that, after all, I could not save him.
My hero. I love you buddy. Goodbye.
