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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Went over the Rainbow Bridge on 10/21/11. Missed by his foster family, the Pogue's! Run free Pacey!
We lost Paellan yesterday morning, September 18, 2008. She was a sweet, beautiful dog and we grew to love her quickly. She was only with us 48 hrs before she started feeling bad (coughing), just as Ike was rolling in to the coast. She was seen by two Vet’s but it was not enough to save her. She was underweight and just didn’t have the strength to fight. I have never seen an animal get so sick so quickly, nor had one steal my heart in such a short span of time. We miss her. This photo was taken the first time she went outside after the hurricane. She was not happy about it, she didn’t like walking in wet grass.
We got Pearl when she was about 8 weeks old....she crossed over the rainbow bridge at just over 11 on 10/20/11. We treasured the time we had with her....our little pig as we called her! She was the epitomy of a sweet boxer girl. She loved her people, as well as her boxer and kitty siblings...as long as they knew who was boss! We feel blessed to have spent 11 years with her! She smiled and giggled up to the day she died! We love you Pearl and miss you terribly! Roxanne & Mike Farris
Family portrait taken May 2014 before Last Wishes came to the house and peacefully ended the struggle of our stalwart Penny on August 15. Our lucky Penny came into our lives in June 2007 with a bad case of heartworms, starved and buckshot. LSBR had already spayed, vaccinated, and had dental work done prior to the heartworm treatment that they arranged. It looked like she was abandoned by a puppy mill when she was worn out. We met her at a foster home where dog crates with every variety of happy boxer lined a sunny room off the patio. I asked to meet a couple of dogs and then Penny picked me by climbing into my lap as though to say, “What are we waiting for?” For all the abuse and neglect that Penny suffered in her first 5-6 years, from day 1 she was incredibly sweet and loving. Even still, it took a few years for her to get comfortable snuggling or to make a sound – until we went back to LSBR to adopt our fawn ingénue, Gypsy. Gypsy taught Penny to bark and Penny taught Gypsy to hunt possum. We shared endless love and contentment and walks on the beach. We hold Penny dearly in our hearts until we cross the Rainbow Bridge where our sweet and loving Penny will be waiting. We are so grateful to LSBR for the comprehensive care and compassion they provide to these beloved boxers. We’ll be back. Deborah, John & Gypsy
My family and I adopted Petey approximately 8 years ago from Lone Star Boxer Rescue. He was our children's best friend and at times their favorite pillow. A friend to be loved, and a constant companion. He was an old soul since the day we brought him into our home, and the best dog a family could ever want. He was a part of our family and though he is gone, he will always be with us. Thank you Lone Star Boxer Rescue for allowing us to bring him into our lives. He was our first dog and he gave me more than I ever thought a dog could. He will be missed dearly.
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