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.
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.
It is with great saddness we announce that our beloved DOG passed away this past Thanksgiving holiday. It was love at first sight and DOG (pronounced DeeOhhGee) very quickly became a constant companion and cherished part of our lives. He will be forever loved and missed.
Daisy was my foster for almost a year. She was a sweet senior boxer girl who was just happy to be loved. She loved car rides to get a treat at Starbucks. She was quick to share her home with other fosters and always got along with her pal, Benjen. She loved anyone that stopped by to visit. She loved to snuggle up on the couch and snore away. She was a very good dog. Daisy, you will be missed. Foster Mom, Kay
I picked up Daphne from the LaPorte pound. She looked so terrible I thought she had been tortured. The vet's tests showed she suffered from an auto-immune condition. She could not be cured or even made comfortable.Through all of this suffering, she maintained a gentle, sweet, loving disposition. I held her while she crossed over to Rainbow Bridge. She is past her suffering. I hope she finds some great playmates at the Bridge.
LSBR Archive 2003
We were the proud parents of three wonderful boxers. True, we felt overwhelmed at times when all three decided to chase squirrels at the same time, but in our hearts we knew we were the luckiest boxer parents in the world. Then our lives were turned up side down. We lost two of our babies in a two-month period. Going from a 3-boxer household to a 1-boxer household in such a short time period turned our hearts inside out. Darby was sick with a brain tumor, blind, confused, etc. I'm sure you've heard similar stories. Her passing was expected but still heart-breaking. Then just two months later, completely out of the blue, our happy, seemingly healthy, "big man" as we liked to call him, died of a massive heart attack. To say we're devastated is an understatement. They are all special, but in our hearts Riptide was truly a special dog. He was sweet, playful, loyal, proud, and sometimes down right silly. By the way, our remaining boxer is "Flash" and he is a terrific little fellow. Funny, we still refer to him as little even though he's 80-lbs. Compared to Riptide, all other boxers were little so we got in the habit. Flash is a sweet and rare reverse brindle with lots of flash, hence the name. --- Daisy and Thad Hickman
It is with heavy hearts that we announce Delmira has crossed the Rainbow bridge. She came to us with extremely critical issues that would require surgery but while trying to stabilize her, the internal bleeding became too severe for her body. We are glad that LSBR had the opportunity to take her off the streets so she did not die alone and she could experience the love she so deserved if only for a short time. RIP sweet girl....run free!