Today We Rescued Your Dog
by Pat Closher
Today we rescued your dog. We don’t know where you got him from - maybe you saw him in a pet store window or maybe one of your neighbors bred a few litters a year just to make some vacation money or because they loved their dogs so much that of course they wanted to have puppies. We don’t know much about how you cared for him either, although our vet thought that for such a young dog, his teeth were in pretty bad shape.
by Pat Closher
Today we rescued your dog. We don’t know where you got him from - maybe you saw him in a pet store window or maybe one of your neighbors bred a few litters a year just to make some vacation money or because they loved their dogs so much that of course they wanted to have puppies. We don’t know much about how you cared for him either, although our vet thought that for such a young dog, his teeth were in pretty bad shape.
Did you know they were going to keep him outside? At least it was a pretty mild winter. There were no heavy snows, not much heavy winter rain and only a few days of bitter cold. But for all of those weeks he had no companionship, no care, and no love.
For some reason, your grandparents took him to the shelter. Maybe a neighbor complained about him or maybe their own health gave out or maybe they just got tired of him. You know the local shelter is a kill shelter, don’t you? You know that their own statistics indicate that about half of the dogs that enter are killed, don’t you? Maybe your grandparents thought he would be adopted quickly. He is a purebred, after all. No one was interested in him, though, maybe since he’s an adult dog and not a cute little puppy. No one contacted the purebred rescue group either. They probably would have placed him quickly, since he really is a great boy. The shelter is a clean place and they take good care of the dogs. They get good food and they’re bathed and brushed. It’s still a shelter though, and is noisy and chaotic and frightening. He spent two months there in that confusion, away from everyone and everything he had known.
One day, we saw him on the shelter web site. We called and asked about him. The shelter workers were so happy to hear from us and were delighted to agree to bring him to a local pet store where they do adoptions. Do you want to know why they were so accommodating? He was scheduled to be killed that afternoon. He didn’t know that, but the shelter workers certainly did. It hurt them and he felt that, so he knew something was wrong. All of a sudden, though, the shelter workers were happy and excited and so was he. They bathed him and brushed his coat. We think they probably told him this was it - his big chance, or maybe he just knew it somehow. When we met him, we all fell in love.
He had to go to the vet to be neutered, of course, but then he came home. He has his very own 13 year-old boy. You know, it’s almost like watching one of those old Lassie movies, seeing how well they’ve bonded. He’s got good food and his own toys. He’s taken on walks three times a day, is regularly groomed and is taken to the vet for needed care. We’ll be with him always, even if we have to make that last, difficult decision, because, you see, he is our dog and we are his family.
He has a good heart you know, but then he is a dog, so that’s to be expected. He’s probably forgiven you and, with a dog’s grace, doesn’t even remember you dumped him. He’d probably even be willing to greet you at the Rainbow Bridge. But you know what? He’ll greet us and go with us at the Bridge, and then he’ll be with us forever, because he’s our dog and we’re his family.
The way we heard the story, you moved out of state and didn’t want to take him with you. You left him at your grandparents. Maybe you thought a lively, handsome dog was just the thing for them, and under better circumstances it might have been. Maybe they have been cleaning up your messes for your entire life and an unwanted dog was just another mess to clean up.One day, we saw him on the shelter web site. We called and asked about him. The shelter workers were so happy to hear from us and were delighted to agree to bring him to a local pet store where they do adoptions. Do you want to know why they were so accommodating? He was scheduled to be killed that afternoon. He didn’t know that, but the shelter workers certainly did. It hurt them and he felt that, so he knew something was wrong. All of a sudden, though, the shelter workers were happy and excited and so was he. They bathed him and brushed his coat. We think they probably told him this was it - his big chance, or maybe he just knew it somehow. When we met him, we all fell in love.
He had to go to the vet to be neutered, of course, but then he came home. He has his very own 13 year-old boy. You know, it’s almost like watching one of those old Lassie movies, seeing how well they’ve bonded. He’s got good food and his own toys. He’s taken on walks three times a day, is regularly groomed and is taken to the vet for needed care. We’ll be with him always, even if we have to make that last, difficult decision, because, you see, he is our dog and we are his family.
He has a good heart you know, but then he is a dog, so that’s to be expected. He’s probably forgiven you and, with a dog’s grace, doesn’t even remember you dumped him. He’d probably even be willing to greet you at the Rainbow Bridge. But you know what? He’ll greet us and go with us at the Bridge, and then he’ll be with us forever, because he’s our dog and we’re his family.
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A monthly donation has been made in memory of PrincessLilly, beloved rescue boxer who brought much love to the Nichols family.(pictured on left)
LSBR Archive - 2004
Brindi was born on November 21, 1994, Karen and I had thought we won the lottery when we found her in Spicewood, Texas in January 1995. We took her home and that began our 9-year journey. Brindi quickly became our 4-legged daughter. She was the only child and spoiled rotten. She was up with me before daylight sharing little snacks, giving me kisses and going back to bed with her mom. In the afternoon I couldn't wait to get home to see that little nub wagging and her going in circles happy that I was home. We shared everything we had with her, a lot of times making purchases that fit her little needs; cars, beds, you know what I mean. We never left her except on rare occasions and was lucky enough to have friends that loved her as much as we did. Over the years Brindi stayed pretty healthy having bouts with tumors and growths that by God's will were all benign. Brindi became ill on the 18th of this November. She was taken in and diagnosed with Cancerous cells that began to take over her body. She took a bad turn and on November 21st, what would have been her 9th Birthday crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Brindi, we will miss all we shared with you; the love and devotion you gave us and now know you are in a place where there is no pain or sadness, lots of new places to go and new smells. Baby girl, we miss you terribly and know you are and always will be with us. Please wait for us to join you again someday, this time forever. Our eternal love. Rick and Karen
A donation of $200 to Lone Star Boxer Rescue was made in memory of Brindi.
LSBR Archive - 2003
Rosie (the little girl on the left) was my first boxer. She was truly an angel in a dog suit. EVERYONE who stayed with me (dog lover or not) would leave saying "Can I take Rosie with me". She moved across country with me, and was better than prozac could ever be when I spent a year studying in Brooklyn with no close friends or family. Just before we left Brooklyn we adopted Mickey (the big girl on the right) from a family that couldn't keep her anymore. Rosie was a little alpha spitfire, and Mickey was a big goofy beta - I couldn't have had a luckier match. Last year, Rosie at 13 just got terribly sick and crossed the Rainbow Bridge within two weeks. Last month (Sept 2003) Mickey - who had be successfully beating a cancer in her mouth for three years, lost the battle and joined Rosie. I miss them both terribly. I have two beautiful young un's from LSBR (Harry Potter and Selena), but I truly miss my old ladies.
LSBR Archive - 2003
To Sweet Sophie, "God sent me a special angel when he blessed me with you." - Carrel Knee
A donation to LSBR has been made on behalf of Sophie.
I knew Sophie was a very special girl when I first met her, she "woed" at me to take her home as my foster. She was a trooper through her health problems and got along GREAT with my 2 dogs and gave me all the loving I could take! She was nothing but sweetness to everyone she met. She was adopted out to the BEST home that gave her the love and care she deserved. Sophie, we will miss you and you were truly loved.
LSBR Archive 2003
Bandit
Trent and Karlyn Fuquay have donated $100 in memory of Bandit.
LSBR Archive - 2003
Trent and Karlyn Fuquay have donated $100 in memory of Bandit.
LSBR Archive - 2003
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