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Rainbow Bridge
Just
this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When
an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to
Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so
they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and
our friends are warm and comfortable.
All
the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who
were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in
our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except
for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be
left behind.
They
all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks
into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body begins to quiver.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster.
You
have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling
together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon
your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into
the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from
your heart.
Then
you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
...Author
unknown
I wanted to
let you know that we will be saying goodbye to Brandy tomorrow.
After her
lymphoma diagnosis in January, she responded spectacularly to the
treatment and was in remission for almost six months.
Even out of remission, she felt good throughout the summer and we were thrilled
to get to spend that time with her.
Over the last month, and especially the past week, we've seen her really
deteriorate. It was a hard decision because she still has that boxer spunk
(every night at 9pm she insists on being let into the backyard to chase the
bunnies she is sure are there) but every day we see her wearing down a little
more, and we do not want her to be in pain.
So tomorrow we will take her to Tufts in Walpole, where she has been treated so
well through her lymphoma treatments, to see her favorite vet, Dr. Cooper.
I am broken hearted but feel lucky to have had her as my best friend for the
last four and a half years. We love Brandy so much and will miss her more than
words can express.
Elysha and Bob and Max
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Neptune
Neptune came to us from a breeder as he had a heart
condition and we knew he would not live a long life. Although his life was
too short he will be remembered by all of us here at BBRI
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" Weasie June 4, 2007- June 8, 2009"
After four tearful long day I wanted to thank people from the Boxer
Buddies for my boxer girl WEASIE who went over the bridge Monday
6/8/09 early AM. I have MOBY adopted 12/07 from SCBR. in 12/07. We
adopted WEASIE last July from Boxer Buddies and we only had her for a
little less than one(1) short year. For it was a very short time it
was like we had her forever. We adored and she had come a great way in
one year. She would Nip at everyone when she was scared and we worked
with her to trust everyone and we had no more of those episodes. She
disliked the Vet and had may visits to him which we would have to
muzzle her. When she went for her first visit a week after she came to
us we had to muzzle her and my husband Jay laid on her on the floor
to hold her down so she can get examined. We took her to Dr. Rossi
for an ultrasound after her first episode in February 09and she was
great just laying there while he did her ultrasound . We were so
proud of her as she was like a different dog from when we adopted
her. It was amazing to see how she adored and trusted us and how far
she had come. She really adored my husband Jay and myself.
This was our first boxer girl and I must say she won our hearts. She
always followed myself and my husband Jay around the house all the
time and she was never anywhere where she could not see one of us or
be with us. Unlike MOBY who loves us but really loves my bed also and
is not always by our side. The females are very different and much
more lovable and thanks to Penney for suggesting a female to us as we
have always had male boxers.
Moby was always referred to as WEASIE'S girlfriend. They were
very much boyfriend and girlfriend. Moby feels the loss also.
Hug your boxers as sometimes we never know when there time is over and
with everyone saying you did what you could and tried to find out what
these episodes were from it wont bring my WEASIE back.The only think
that helps me is she is with her brother Rusty who she adored her also
and Weasie was great with him up to his final day.
I can't tell you how hard this is to lose our "Adorable Boxer Girl".
Thanks Paula ,
Jay and Moby(Adopted 12/07) Savary
RIP:Baron- mix
breed shepherd- adopted 1981(died 1990)
Rocky-Male
Boxer-adopted 6/91/ (Died 2004-13 1/2)
Rusty-Male Boxer- got Puppy(Died 11/08-11 years old)
Weasie-female
boxer-adopted 7/08(died 6/09)
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Max has gone over the
Rainbow
Bridge
this morning. I picked him up on November 9th, 2007 with his
sister Missy. Max was such a happy boy, he had a smile that went from ear
to ear. He was always happy and willing to please. He was full
of boxer wiggles and loved to give tons of kisses. He loved anything that
squeaked and would carry his squeaky toys everywhere. I swear he’d find
the loudest one at 4:30am when he wanted to go out. Max would play tug of
war with his foster sister Lucy and he was always so gentle with her, and I
swear he’d let her win every time. It is a very sad day here, none of us
know what to do right now, both Missy and Lucy keep searching for him.
Words can not express how much he will be missed.
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Today, our little Odie man crossed the
rainbow bridge. His health
deteriorated very rapidly and the decision was made to end his suffering. Odie
was not with us very long, but he was loved a lifetime worth of love. He came
to us, so thin and needing a warm bath. We cleaned him up and gave him some
good food and we knew he was so thankful to be here. Each day, we watched him
run and play with his foster brother. He was finally able to be a puppy and get
into all the trouble that puppies do. He ripped my socks, put teeth marks in my
flip flops and tracked muddy paws all over the house. I would tell him "no" and
he would lick my face. Odie loved going for long walks and he loved his big
doggie bed at night. We were never really sure what was "wrong" with Odie.
He looked a little different, but he acted pretty normal. He came from a place
where he was neglected and it was our hope that we could nurse him back to
health. It seems that there were other plans for Odie. He spent his last day
playing with his foster brother, laying in the sun, and he ate a nice bowl of
chicken and rice. He has passed on knowing that there is good in this world and
that there are people capable of showing
true love for another
living creature. Godspeed my Odie man. I hope there are bubbles for you to
chase in heaven. I know we'll meet again some day.
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January 1992- July 21st 2008
It is with extreme sadness that after 5 wonderful years we
have lost our Emma Girl. She was the true meaning of rescue, being taken in
after her family of almost 11 years deserted her. Everyday she amazed me and she
went through a lot in just the short time she was with us. She survived many
tumors, arthritis stricken legs, a
dog attack, and in the end cancer and
kidney failure was taking my angel away from me. I had to make the
hardest decision of my life and let her go in peace. The family misses her and
her baby brother Chance is
still in a noticeable shock.
Mommy loves you baby girl and I can't wait to see you again someday. Thank You
So much BBRI for the time you gave me with her. If I hadn't found this
organization I wouldn't have had this amazing pet in my life
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Mugsy Brown, of
Millbury, MA, passed away on June 25, 2008 at
the Animal Rescue League Hospital in Worcester. He
had been ill for several months. Mugsy was the
beloved pet of Karen and Richard Brown and Christie
Pooler. Mugsy also leaves his grandparents, Thomas
and Lois Londergan of Worcester; and Chet Brown of
North Grafton. He also leaves Matt and Brooke
Pooler, along with Shelby, Fozzie, & Porter Pooler;
Heather & Chad Bell and their children Tyler, Bryan,
and Kaitlyn. Mugsy was a wonderful family pet and
loving companion. He loved to cuddle on the couch
with the family and watch TV. Mugsy also enjoyed
outings to the dump and to his grandparents' houses
to visit. He loved taking walks around his
neighborhood and barking at passing cars and other
dogs. His favorite game was called "Where's my
stick?". Even though it is hard for his family to
say goodbye, they have many wonderful memories to
sustain them. May he rest in peace |
Bailey,
6/99- 9/28/07
"B"
My beautiful angel,
I will never forget
you baby girl.
We miss you a lot,
when you left you took a piece of us with you.
There was no way to
prepare ourselves for losing you.
Never forget what a
good girl you are.
Please don't worry we
will take really good care of Zoey for you.
Even though our house
is not empty, its so lonely with out you.
Zoey, Shadow and
Shyann are not the same with out you.
Even the cats miss you
chasing them around the house.
It is still really
hard to think about you being gone, I miss you
more and more everyday.
Wait for me at the
bridge "B", ill bring a plastic bottle and a
cookie for you.
I love you Bailey.
Love always,
Ayla and Blair
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Bruno
May 15, 2003 – Thanksgiving
Day 2007
Each and every
day I’d ask you …
How did you get
to be so handsome? Was your mommy
handsome? Was your daddy handsome too? You were
just a baby went I adopted you at 15 months in
September ’04. You were my snowbunny... how you
loved the winter and bounding though the powdery
snow. You loved your squeaky “cuz” toys.. When I’d
come home from Market Basket and said wait to you
see what mommy got for you. You “knew”
exactly what I was talking about. You knew
that meant I bought you some marrow bones … How
you loved your bones. And bananas! While you
sometimes had other intentions .. if I’d offer you
a banana .. you’d be at my feet.. And of course
your special yoghund frozen treats. How you loved
to run home with the lease in your mouth when we
were only two houses away from home. The big holes
you dug in the yard. You were always so happy and
delighted for attention. You would love to run at
the school nearby and play with your favorite
buddies .. Clyde, Henry and
Dublin. All we had to do was ask do you…..
and you’d cock your head wondering whether we’d be
going for a ride, eating, going for a walk … all
equal favorites… How you’d love to stick your head
out the moon roof of the truck bringing smiles to
everyone who noticed. How you’d grab your toys out
of your basket and fling them in the air.. How you
made it clear to the mailman this was YOUR house …
lol.. How you loved your brother Hans .. how you
tolerated the kitties.. how you would snorkel in
the water bowl after that loose bit of kibble got
in there. How you’d speak like an ewok .. You were
quite the talker my sweet Brun-o- “B”. How you’d
love to dance my sweet boy.. And my-oh-my were you
a bed hog. How you loved to get your tummy rubbed
during your morning stretches.. How you loved to
run alongside your brother on his bike… I will
always love you my boy.. Run free my sweet boy ..
run free… Rest in peace. We love you with all our
hearts. Who’s a good boy? You are … See you in
heaven.
Love,
Mom, Bubba’s
(Hans), Clyde, Shawsheen, and Ladie and all the
fosters that came and went, and were lucky enough
to play with you.
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Toby
The Tobymister
The
love of my life for the last year,
My
grumpy old man.
Never
did you feel like a foster, only my own.
You
gave me such joy, such friendship, such
unconditional love.
To
watch you blossom was amazing.
I
couldn’t
say C-A-R without you heading to the door.
My
drive-through buddy,
Oh
how they loved to see you come through.
Treated always with munchkins and dog cookies.
Such
fun to watch you play with frogs in the yard,
Play
chase with the neighbor’s
dog,
Then
you’d
pass out from exhaustion.
My
social butterfly who loved people.
Thanksgiving in your glory being spoiled by all.
I
thought I would have you in my life longer.
The
house is so quiet now.
I
miss you terribly.
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Thunder
06/1998 -
04/30/2007
There's a hole in
my heart where my dog used to be.
He's nuzzled my soul and now is part of me.
His pain is his life and I know what to do.
But when I release him, I'm losing me, too.
The dog I adopted six short years ago
is a ninety pound bundle of love and I know
that he'd lick away all of my tears if he could.
It's his sense of duty to make me feel good.
It's my obligation to do what is best.
The love of his "master" is put to the test.
It's a wrenching and sorrowful way that we part;
it doesn't hurt less when the head rules the heart.
There's a hole in my heart where my Thunder has
passed through.
When we said goodbye part of me went too.
He was such a wonderful and
loving creature. He loved everything and everyone. I
miss him terribly. When I come home from work he is
not there waiting at the door to go to the park with
that silly grin and his knobby tail going a mile a
minute. He loved running in the fields, then stopping
abruptly to spin on his 2 back legs. When he did
that more than once he would become dizzy, he would
stop for a second and give me that funny boxer grin
then take off again. I will never see that again,
but I will always remember it.
I have so many fond memories to
keep him alive with me forever......
Till I see you again.. Love
Sharon
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TYSON
9/16/96 - 4/25/07
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let the grief stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears
You don't want me to suffer so
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
And stay with me until the end
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
it is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Please don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
-Author Unknown
There's something missing in my home,
Dark sadness and no light
I know it will take time and strength
before things feel quite right.
But just for now, I need to mourn,
My heart -- it needs to mend.
Though some may say, "It's just a pet,"
I know I've lost a friend.
He brought much happiness to my home,
and laughter to my days.
A constant friend through good and bad
with gentle, loving ways.
Companion, friend, and character,
A face I won't forget.
I'll see you again one day my friend,
So much more than just a pet.
Wait for us at the bridge, Ty-Ty. We love
and miss you.......
Mom, Dad, Jetta, Zoe, Dillon, Pandy and
Gizmo
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I believe that things happen
for a reason. I believe that is why Justice and
Zena ended up being fostered by our family. Zena
was only with us for a few days, but taught us a
lot. We were privileged to be able to adopt
Justice, whom we fell madly in love with. Justice
was with us for just over a year. Justice went to
awareness days and was the best example of why you
should adopt a senior boxer. He was gentle with the
kids and still chased the different toys around.
Justice showed us that old dogs can learn new tricks
and that he had a few up his sleeve. He loved his
jolly-ball and his squeaky monster. He loved his
fur brother and sister and often we would find the 3
of them curled together sleeping. In August we
added a skin brother to the mix, and Justice loved
him instantly. Justice was gentle with Connor and
followed him around wherever he was. Justice
brought us love and joy. I can not imagine having
lived life without him in it. I am confident that
he is waiting at the bridge for us, playing with his
love Zena. It was a sad day when we had to let him
go, but I know that he is finally out of pain and
happy again and that he is with is princess. We
thank Boxer Buddies and Lori for bringing Justice
and Zena into our lives and bringing us so much
happiness.
Godspeed our sweet love, we
miss you dearly and we always will.
Mommy, Daddy, Connor, Lily, and
Jax
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Jadie
Mae Wornham
????? - 11/2/06
When Jadie came to
us we knew she was special. She always carried
herself with Dignity (except when you left the
trash open or mentioned the word cookie or got so
excited she just jumped in circles) .
She was the boss and
the other two knew it. When she had enough of
jelly's pestering she would just hold her down
with her paw until she calmed down.
For the last couple
of years she decided not to sleep in the bedroom.
She took over a couch in the living room and that
was where you would usually find her when she
wanted to lay down. (so 65% of the time she was
there).
Jadie was truly part
of the family. She was more than just a dog she
was and always will be one of us. A brain tumor
took her much to young. We Love you Jadie and will
miss you more than words can say.
I await the day I
see you cross the bridge and can once again pet,
hold and show you my love.
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Simba
He has only been gone 4 days and I keep looking
everywhere for him that he used to lay. He is truly
by everyone.
This boy was a gentle soul. He was loved by all
that met him. He graced our home for 17 months, and
in that time he worked his way into everyone’s
heart. Our home will not be the same without him.
When we first met, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It
was my first time as a foster Mom. He jumped right
in my truck and into my heart. It wasn’t long before
I was begging to have him stay here. I got some
comments like ”why would you adopt such an old
dog?” After having two boxer seniors in my home,
Bindy then Simba, I swear I’d never have a puppy
again.
I’ll never forget how he was with all my
grandchildren. He just loved kids. He would get up
on the couch with them and curl up with his head and
forelegs in their lap and get petted or just to
sleep. We had 2 Christmases with him and, for him,
it was a very special day because several kids would
be around and he would just follow them everywhere.
But if one was sitting, that’s where he’d be.
I’m not good at writing and I have so many feelings
inside to honor this boy but I don’t know how to
express them. Just know that he was a very special
boy and will be missed.
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Buela & Daisy.
The girls are no longer with us.
Buela passed away in June. Over the course of the
past year, she had
many health issues. Unfortunately she had developed
a tumor in her
rectum. As much as Buela could drive you crazy with
the drool, the
barking, the farts, and bad breath, she was a the
most loyal and loving
dog I have ever known. Our "first born" will never
be forgotten.
Just 4 short weeks later, Daisy was limping on her
back leg and had a
lot of pain. It was thought to be a torn ligament or
sprain. A very
large bone tumor was found just above her knee. We
put her down
knowing it was the only thing that would ease the
pain. Daisy came to
us from the TJ O'Connor shelter in Springfield.
Every day she tried to
please us and let us know how much she appreciated
us. Our little
princess will be missed.
May they be at peace together, resting in the field,
We love and miss you,
Mom, Dad, Nathan, Scott, Mammie & Poppa
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Leo
August18,1997
- March 21,2006
This
is For my MOM
As
you read this my time is near.
So I wrote this with my mommy dear.
The time has come and now I will pass.
I'll be right there with my girl Sass.
My life was great, my life was true.
Please dear Mom, don't feel so blue.
Remember the times that we both had.
They were all good, none were bad.
Remember the time..that sock I ate,
or when I snuck food off your plate.
Or how about when I ate the soap,
I thank God it didn't come on a rope.
All the times I had bad gas,
it cleared the room real real fast.
Life with you was oh so grand,
But let's not forget who's "THE MAN"
Please don't cry for me at night,
Our life was good, and I'm alright.
The end is not the way it seems,
I will see you in your dreams.
I love you Mom, your the bomb!
It's time to go, so I can move on.
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Smokey has finally gone to
rainbow heaven after 15 years. He brought a lot of
joy and fun to the whole family. I'll miss him a
lot. I think Hobo (his feathered
friend) will probably miss him too because they
use to communicate on the porch.
I'll miss him a lot. He use
to eat spaghetti out of Grandpa's plate and use to
love to sit on my lap when I sat on the porch.
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Sneakers
To
Sneakers!
Sneakers
touched many people during his time with my
family. I
would have never figured my mother to fall in love
with a dog that slobbered and farted as much as he
did. But
how could you resist him?
My
first encounter with Sneakers was a memorable one.
I asked his foster parents, "Can I
take him for a walk?" and they agreed to
it. I
opened the back door of my car and Sneakers jumped
right in, and I exclaimed, "Well looks like
we're going for a ride!"
And this was characteristic Sneakers.
He was always eager to make new friends,
and to love as many people as he could.
He was the first to great you when you
walked in with a kiss, (followed by those begging
eyes asking for a treat) and was always the one to
wish you on your way.
For Sneakers to be so trusting and loving
after everything he had endured during his hard
lifetime, was testimonial to the kind of guy he
really was. Everyone that he encountered fell in
love with him, for which I am grateful.
He deserved everything, and so much more.
Now that he has crossed that Rainbow
Bridge, Sneakers is running around on all four
legs, without pain, and without a care in the
world.
Though I wish he could have had a little
bit longer, the time that I had with Sneakers was
of the most meaningful I have ever experienced.
Love you boy! You will never be forgotten!
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Zena
A
tribute to our beloved Zena …
It’s not an accident that
our beloved Zena held on till she entered our program. She fought for Justice!
Unfortunately I knew when I
looked in her eyes that she wouldn’t be with us long. And I’m sorry. I just
thought we’d have a little more time. I had hoped that I was wrong. What I
want you to know is that she still had her spirit.
I witnessed her eating a
great meal at Naomi’s. I saw her bound onto the soft pillows, and leap right
onto Naomi’s couch like she owned it! (As only a senior can). She loved to be
touched. She was so happy to be in home filled with warmth and love. She was at
peace knowing that Justice would be cared for.
She lay on top of him in my
truck – to reassure him how much she loved him.
What this dog needed is
exactly what we gave her. Her work on earth was done here and now is the time
for her to play in the meadows.
My
memories of Zena are pleasant and are held close and dear to my heart. I will
miss you my sweet warrior princess. Sleep well. When my time is done on this
earth, I look forward to having you greet me at the bridge.
No worries – my sweet
little nub less girlie girl, we’ll take good care of Justice.
Zena
smile Zena
Author
Jody who helped transport Zena to her foster home earlier this week.
Tribute
from Zena's Foster Mom
Zena
was only here for a brief time but I know that her time here was necessary. It
was necessary so that she would know that Justice was well taken care of and it
was necessary so that she could spend her last few days surrounded by love and
happiness. From the moment that she got here and I met Jody in the front yard,
Zena's big beautiful eyes met mine and she knew she was safe. For the next few
days she taught me a few valuable lessons. I now know that seniors can be left
loose during the day and that the house and they will be fine, although I am
sure I will still have some anxiety about it. I know that although they may look
old and frail, they can still keep up with youngins, and I know that when Zena
passed to the bridge that she was surrounded by love and that she was happy. On
Tuesday I had decided not to go into to work, I wasn't sure how the new dogs
were going to do; I now know that this was not the only reason. I was able to
spend the entire day with all 4 dogs and really get to know Justice and Zena.
Zena followed me from room to room no matter how much I begged her just to stay
still; I was worried about her old bones. When I was turning in for the night on
Tuesday night she came up to the side of the bed, licked my face a couple of
times and crawled under the bed and slept there peacefully all night long. The
following morning she came out when the alarm clock went off and gave lots of
wake up kisses. She amazed me how loyal to Justice she was. If I took her
outside she would sit at the top of the stairs until I went in and got him, then
she would follow him down the stairs. She would follow him all around the yard,
stopping to go to the bathroom when he did. They were like an old married couple
and did everything together. When she laid down to sleep so did he, and they
were usually touching. Even as we sat at the vets waiting for Zena to pass I
knew that everything was going to be ok. Justice laid down next to her and
licked her for a while, and her little non-existent nubby was still going.
Although Zena was not here for very long she will always be in my heart. Her big
beautiful trusting eyes will always remind me that I volunteer and foster these
beautiful boxers for only one reason, to show them unconditional love when they
need it most. GOD SPEED ZENA. We will never forget you. all out love Justice,
Naomi, Steve, Lily and Jax
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MOZART
MARCH 11, 1996 - JULY 13, 2005
Our sweet baby boy, we love
you so much.
We can't believe you are gone.
Although you have left in a
physical sense, your love
and the impact you have made on
our lives are a part
of who we are and always will be.
We will miss your sweet and
sensitive ways.
You had amazing perception
and the ability to read our thoughts and feelings.
You had a way of making us
smile with your funny little ways.
If we needed a shoulder to
cry on, you were right there
with your outstretched paw
and those big, brown, beautiful eyes that would melt our hearts.
You were full of life and
personality, it's no wonder the breeder
called you "Mr.
Personality" when you were just weeks old.
That name fit you like a glove.
You were our seventy pound lap
dog and the biggest couch potato we will ever know.
We could always count on you,
Monkey, if we wanted to take a nap or snuggle, you
were right there at the drop of a
hat.
Ever since you were a little
puppy, you were our "baby" and our "little old man"
all wrapped into one.
The "baby" in you
was a curious child, always looking for our approval and reassurance, a
hug, a kiss.
The "old man" in you
always had a deep concern about everything going on around you,
always worried about everyone
else and their feelings as if you carried
the weight of the world on your
shoulders.
The day that you passed was
just another display
of how you were always
concerned about us before
yourself. You didn't want
Mama & Papa to have
to decide when your suffering
should end. You decided
when it was time to go and went
on your own terms.
It doesn't make the pain of
losing you any easier, but at least we know that
you went with dignity and the
love of Mama, Papa and
Gretchen surrounding you.
You were the best little brother
to Hans & Gretchen. They
loved and accepted you into our
family right from the start. They
played a little rough with you at
times, and outweighed you, but you were
a tough little guy, and never let
them stand in your way.
We know you are in heaven with
your brother Hans now.
The two of you smiling is
the sun shining strong on us.
The rain on our shoulders
are your tears when you miss us.
The sparkling stars are your eyes
looking down on us.
The soft howling wind are your
voices crying out for us.
You had such a huge presence
in our home, our lives, that now there is a huge void, an emptiness
that no one else will ever fill.
Our hearts are broken!
You brought so much joy to each
day
and nine years of unconditional
love and happiness.
You will always be a part of us,
the air
we breath, the dreams we dream,
the
lives we lead. You will
always be with us.
You are at peace now, sweetheart.
Sweet dreams now, we love
you........
ALL OUR LOVE
ALWAYS AND FOREVER
MAMA
PAPA
GRETCHEN
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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Jack never made it out of our vets office and
into one of our loving foster homes. This brave stoic boxer was sicker than any
of us ever imagined. When we brought him into the program, we thought that he
had IBD and that we just needed to get it under control. We had no idea the
suffering that this poor boy was enduring. Not only was he having constant
explosive, bloody diarrhea, he was dangerously anemic. When our vet examined him
further he found large masses all around his colon. After seeing the blood work
results, it was determined that Jack had cancer that had spread to his liver and
was consuming this young boxer. While trying to absorb this information and
decide the best course of action for Jack, he made the decision quite clear to
us. We chose to help him be at peace rather than allow him to die all alone in
the vets office as he would not have made it through the night. We at Boxer
Buddies are all saddened, angered, and in shock at this loss. Our hope, as it is
with every dog that enters our program, is to provide this dog with another
chance of life full of boxer wiggles, woo woo's and love. Sadly this did not
happen for Jack. We'd like everyone to take a moment to give their doggies a big
hug and also to give a word of advice, if your pet is ill and not getting any
better, please seek a second opinion and save your dog from needless suffering.
We will be holding a private memorial service for Jack.
God Speed Jack.
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STUMP FOR A TAIL
You
can't buy loyalty, they say I bought it though, the other day;
You can't buy friendship, tried and true, well just the same, I bought
that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness, so all in all the purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart, that gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not for sale, buy a brown-eyed dog with
a stump for a tail.
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author unknown ---
I
shared 6 wonderful years with my Buddy. He was my first rescue boxer and
will always hold a special place in my heart. Buddy was the one that
brought me into the world of rescue, a stressful world, but a world of
hope and love. He was a gentle soul and was happiest when he was around
“his kids”. I do not grieve for Buddy, he lived longer than we
imagined he would with all of his health issues and he told me when he had
enough. His last breath was a peaceful one, on my lap, surrounded by
love.
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Gray
March 16,
2001 - March 5, 2005
It is with
great sadness that I had to say good-bye to my cat just a
few short days ago. Although I’ve had other cats, you were
my first and only "kitten". I still have your mom
"Lady" who I have always affectionately called
"Momma" when it was time to eat or to come in from
outdoors. She is sad as well as Shawsheen (your buddy, and
confidant in crime) and they are wandering around looking
for you.
You were
actually born beside my head on my pillow. You were the
first born of a litter of three. But you were special. You
were all gray in color hence your name "Gray
Gray".
In fondness I
remember you were the last of the three to come exploring
down from the second floor. In fact you toppled over
yourself trying to make it down. Both Momma and me would
carry you downstairs to show you there was a whole big world
to explore.
I love to
look out the window and see you soaking up the sun on the
hood and roof of my SUV. And how you’d slide down the
windshield when it rained. You always had a purr for me …
always had love to give… You also had a knack for wanting
to go out at 4 a.m. to go hunt and not miss anything.
Thanks for
putting up with all our fosters in the past year (all 10 of
them). They always picked on you I believe cause they
thought you were a squirrel. But you never ever bothered
them - you were always such a tender heart and soul. You
will remain in our hearts always and forever.
Lots of love
Mom, Hans, Momma (aka Lady), Shawsheen (kitty brother),
Bruno and Clyde - and all our former fosters ….
Rest in peace
my little "Hulk Kitty"
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SHADOW
March 1996 -
January 2005
John and I adopted Shadow two weeks
after we moved into our first new home. It was risky
because we were told he was destructive when left alone.
But when we laid eyes on him for the first time, we knew
he would be here with us forever. It is with great
sorrow that we had to say goodbye to Shadow.
Shadow was our baby, our sweet pea, our
love. He loved car rides, wrestling with John and
sitting on my lap. He did think he was a lap dog
sometimes. I sit and cry while I type this
remembrance of Shadow. He was the most gentle, kind
soul. He was also a clown, comedian and consoler.
Our daughter was born about a year and
a half after Shadow came to live with us. We were
very concerned that he would feel ousted because of her.
So, John brought home her blankie for him to smell and we
left her baby things around before she was born so he
could get used to them. He was always gentle and
very careful around her. Shadow was a large boxer,
94 lbs top weight. He never endangered her but was
always close enough to make sure she was ok. As our
daughter became a toddler, Shadow became a baby walker,
ride on boxer and dress up doll. He never seemed to
mind. He was a saint amongst us.
We will never forget how he helped
raise our daughter for those few precious years we were
all together. We will forever hold Shadow in our
hearts. We love you Shadow.
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Though we
only had you for a few short weeks, you will be in our
hearts forever.
Your daddy will always remember your funny little dance
you did when you wanted a treat or to go out, or just
wanted to play. You were a funny sight. Nor
will he forget how you loved to crawl all 80lbs of
yourself onto his lap during football to take a nap.
As
for mommy, the vision of you climbing up on the chair I
was in, to put your paws on either side of me, so you
could lay your head against my chest will be with me
forever. All you wanted was as many kisses
as I could give before you slid off.
There is something very special about the love a pet.
Especially ones who may not have known that love for so
long. You may not have had all the luxuries starting out
your life, but I know you ended your life knowing you
were truly and deeply loved by us all. Including your
fur-foster sister, Clare.
We
love and miss you greatly, Buddy. Our lives will never
be the same after having you in it.
May your spirit soar and find the peace you deserve.
Daddy
Mark, Mommy Susan and Sister Clare.
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A Tribute to a Friend of
Boxer Buddies
A
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SPECIAL PLACE
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You
have a special place Dear Lord
that I know you'll always keep
A special place reserved for dogs
when they quietly fall asleep
With large and airy kennels
and a yard for hiding bones
With maybe a little babbling creek
that chatters over stones.
With wide green fields and flowers
for those who never knew
about running freely under
Your sky of perfect blue.
Lord, I know You keep this
Special Place
And so to
you I Pray,
For one Special Springer Spaniel
Who quietly died today
She was full of strength & love
and so very, very wise.
The puppy look she once had
Had long since left her eyes.
She is dearly missed my Lord
By a very good friend of mine.
She went to join his ancestors
To Your land that is Devine
So, speak to Holly softly please
And give her a warm hello.
She's a Special gift to you Dear Lord
From Tom who loved her so.
jan cooper 1994
Holly's story....
This beautiful girl is Holly. Holly
lived with Tom since she was a puppy and she was truly his
best friend for 14 years. She was the apple of his
eye....she was included in everything; she always had the best
seat in the house during the holidays and Tom
even took her to Martha's Vineyard on vacation for a week
where she had the time of her life running around and riding on
the ferry. She knew she was lucky because she didn't
see too many other dogs on the boat! :)
She loved to be with him; it
was especially apparent when he worked from home - she didn't
want to even go outside for a walk with anyone else because
she hated to be away from him. It was a special bond!
He loved her and took care of her right up until her last day
when she was ready to go. He held her, comforted and
hugged her while she crossed the rainbow bridge.
Holly had a wonderful life and a Dad
who loved her more than anything! She had the best
life any dog could dream of. We miss you Holly and
look forward to seeing you again someday!
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Mela
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Mela, our
“Dark Princess” is gone.
You came to us
as a “senior girl”, a shy, nervous, quiet older lady with
trouble walking and sitting during the first days because you
were so stiff but wow did you change! You turned into a
fun-loving, squirrel-chasing,
being-able-to-eat-half-a-pound-of-sliced-turkey-at-once because
of your huge mouth ;-), bouncy, wiggly girl that won almost
every wrestling match with your brother Monte. You had amazing
eyes and would see every squirrel, even if they were all the way
up in treetops or on wires and I couldn’t even see them in the
first place. Amazing is all I can say! Or, asking you “Where
are they?” put you right into “squirrel alert” and you
would check out the treetops around you. You even got Monte
interested in them! To add it up, you cut your “age on
papers” at least in half! Nobody, including the vet, could
believe your “real” age…“Who is 10 years old? Not me,
watch me!!” You loved our daily long walks and you did the
world’s best “silly dog” as we called it: You would throw
yourself down on the gras and squirm around on your back, the
first time you “performed” I thought you were epileptic or
something, and remember that guy that stopped his car and asked
“Is she alright or do you need help?” When you did that at
home Monte freaked out and another wrestling round was about to
start again.
You would come
to us when you felt like cuddling and when you had enough you
would leave and jump up on the papasan, which you took over as
your “throne” shortly after you came to us.
A short but
deadly disease took you away from us on May 24, 2004 at 6.04 pm.
We miss you terribly. It’s hard to believe that we only had
one year together, but it was indeed a GREAT one.
I know you
agree on that, my princess. There is no more pain in the place
you are now.
Love,
Mom, Dad, and
Monte
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Daisee
March 15, 2001 – March 27,
2003
Our amazing friend Daisee came to live with us only one
short year ago. The
day she arrived we were overwhelmed by her energy and presence. It took no time at all for her to wiggle her way into our
hearts and there she will stay.
She showed us the true meaning of unconditional love and
for that we are grateful. Daisee
had a way of winning over every person that she came in contact
with and she leaves behind many who loved her dearly.
Though she was part of our life for a very short time she
has changed us forever and she will be sorely missed.
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In Memory
Wil-O-Win Oliver Twist
10/7/93 - 02/06/03
Last week we said goodbye to the first child in our family,
Oliver. He
wiggled his way into our hearts as an 8 week old puppy and grew
up into a
fine friend, loving companion, fearless protector, and big
brother to 2
rescue boxers. When our human son, Ryan, came along in
1997, Oliver's
mission in life changed. He became 100% devoted to this
small child. He
followed that baby from room to room and slept under his crib.
Now, five
years later, our son is learning what it's like to say goodbye
to his best
friend. We have added Oliver to his prayer at night, and
have had many
discussions about death, angels, and heaven. We know that
Oliver is still
with us, looking down upon us and watching over us. He has
been reunited
with Doc, our first rescue boxer. We are comforted by the
kisses and
wiggles from our remaining boxer Ellie Mae, who also feels the
loss of her
big brother. When our hearts have had time to heal, we
will open them up to
another rescue boxer in his honor.
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It sometimes happens that our companions are in our lives for a very
short time. That is the story of Diva.
Diva came into my life about three weeks ago. Within a few days,
she had become the character of my household. She had this little ritual
she did when you asked her if she wanted to go out. She would play bow to me,
to Kid, to the furniture. That was followed with her kidney beaning all over so
getting a leash on her became almost impossible. It drove Kid crazy at
first (way too much activity for him) but then he would join in the fun. She
made me laugh so hard I could barely make it out the door with her.
She had a little dog bed that she slept in for the first few nights.
We called it her "widdle" bed. After that, she was in my bed every
night. She always had to be touching me. I loved it and so did she.
She loved to give "hugs". She would wrap her front legs around your
neck and just enjoy any attention that you gave her. If you ignored her pleas
for attention you would hear exactly how much she disapproved. She loved
everything and everyone.
When Boxer Buddies received her vet records, it was discovered that
she was not up to date on her vaccines or her heartworm preventative. I made an
appointment at our vet for her so that she'd be ready for her new family when the
time came. The news was not good. Upon physically examining her, the vet
discovered a tumor in her abdomen that was very large. She would need surgery
and the outcome did not look good. I spent the next five days asking all the
powers that be to watch over her.
The powers know better than me and our sweet little Diva did not make
it. She was not destined to come home with me that fateful day and I can only
contemplate why. As anyone who knows me will tell you, I believe there was a
reason Diva came into our organization and into my life for even this short amount of
time. She brought me much laughter and love in the short time that she was
here. I can only hope that I returned the favor for her.
Be free, sweet Diva. Your time here was much too short.
Kid and I love you for what you gave to us in that time and we will be looking for
you at the Bridge.
Cindy
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Maura
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This is to inform all of you that our sweet, regal Lady Maura has
crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was a bright light that shone in mine and Kid's
life for only a short period of time but the memories that we have of her will
last our entire lifetimes.
I strongly believe that energies (human and otherwise) come into our
lives for a reason. Maura came to me in order to teach me some very valuable
lessons.
She taught me what it meant to be a survivor. When her life was
turned upside down through tragic events, she continued on with her lovable, friendly
attitude. She taught me gratitude and unconditional love. There was never
a day that I came home and she didn't greet me like I was the most wonderful person
in the whole world. She taught me that your age shouldn't determine your energy
level. At 12 years old, she was still up for a good game of "chase the
kitty". In the end, she taught me about dignity and how to let go.
I have never been close to death before and I learned that it can be a beautiful,
positive and loving experience for everyone involved.
I find comfort in the fact that she is now with the family that she so
sorely missed. She touched my heart in so many ways and I believe she knows
that I will thank her for the rest of my life.
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Hooligan
(Hooley) was not a rescue dog, I am glad to say that Hooligan knew
nothing but love and stability since he was just 8 weeks old.
Hooligan was foster brother to several rescue boxers before
being diagnosed with Lymphoma in June 2001.
Hooligan did great on chemotherapy for 6 months before
coming out of remission. In
the space of a week his condition deteriorated very quickly and we
had to make that decision that all dog owners dread.
The Things I
Miss …
I
miss your company, your friendship, your expressive face, your
beautiful brown eyes, those soft velvet ears that you loved to
have scratched, and your silky soft mushy face that I loved to
kiss.
You
were strong and muscular yet the gentlest soul I have ever known.
You were sensitive, caring, funny, dependable, stoic,
stubborn, and such a happy wiggly boy.
I
miss coming home to such wonderful greetings, whether we were gone
5 minutes or 5 hours we always got the same happy welcome – the
Hooley Dance we liked to call it.
I
miss sleeping on the edge of the bed with my legs curled up under
me as you managed to hog ¾ of the bed. I miss how the bed would almost shake with your snoring.
I miss when the weather was colder how you would get under
the sheets and snuggle up close to one of us for heat.
I miss waking up to your warm breath and wet lips on mine
telling me it’s breakfast time.
I
miss your kisses, you had so much love to give and you gave it
unconditionally. I
miss our walks and our long conversations (although they were a
bit one sided but I know you understood me).
I
miss playing chase at the park and watching you and your Dad
wrestle. I miss when
you would talk back to us just to make sure you were not being
left out. I miss my
shadow, when you would follow me from room to room. I
keep expecting to see you curled up on your favorite corner of the
couch.
Because
of you I know there will be other Boxers in my life, but they will
never replace you. After
all there is only one Hooligan and you will always have a special
place in my heart. You
touched the heart of everyone you met.
My life is better for knowing you and its very empty right
now for loosing you.
Love
always
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Hope
- September 15, 2001
As
the nation tries to understand the senseless tragedy we have just
endured, Boxer Buddies is now dealing with another senseless
loss. Today, our little Hope lost her battle. She was too young,
and it was much too soon. Hope was born with a congenital
kidney defect and her ultimate fate was renal failure. There was
nothing anyone could do other than to love her. We can state with
certainty that she was loved. Loved very deeply by many
people.
We
would like to thank several people for their love and
determination to give Hope everything she deserved in life.
Michelle:
Thank you for saving her from euthanasia and giving Boxer Buddies
a chance to know this special girl.
Donna:
Your love for her as her foster mom was overwhelming and
appreciated.
Tina:
We can not imagine your sorrow. None of us believed that we would
lose her so soon. Thank you for allowing her to live her last few
weeks with love, dignity, and the pride that all of these
wonderful boxers deserve.
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This beautiful
boy is King. Now known as Sampson. He came to Boxer Buddies Rescue in the spring
of 2000. Sampson had been transported to Massachusetts after being turned into a
shelter in Pennsylvania. At that time, we were told he was 4 years old. Sampson
was adopted by a truly devoted couple. 2 weeks after his adoption, Sampson was
diagnosed with Lymphoma. Instead of returning Sampson to rescue, his new owners
decided that they would fight this terrible disease along with him. They used
every available treatment. Meanwhile, he lived a wonderful life. Sampson was the
apple of his owners eyes, went everywhere with them, and they tried to make his
life as normal as possible. On September 12th, 2000, less than 6 months since he
had been adopted, Sampson lost his fight with cancer. His owners helped him
"Cross the Bridge" every step of the way. Karen was there to hold him,
comfort him, and love him during his last few minutes. Sampson was a truly
special dog and we will miss him dearly.
Our sympathy is
with his family and we would like to honor Sampson who was truly a
"King".
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Buddies would like to honor a very special dog, Chet.
Chet was not a rescue but his
family adopted one of our rescues, Winston. Winston was a shy and insecure
dog, but with the help of his new family, especially Chet, Winston
blossomed into a wonderful dog. Chet started to have some health problems
a few months ago but always had that true boxer spirit that we've all
grown to love. He was full of boxer wiggles and kisses to all that he met.
His family referred to him as their "Little Angel". All of us
that met Chet fell in love with him. Chet became weak and started to have
trouble breathing over the past couple of weeks. His family had to make
that difficult decision to help Chet.
Chet crossed "the
bridge" on Monday, November 6, 2000.
Boxer Buddies extends
their deepest sympathy to Chet's family. He will be missed dearly by all
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is with great sadness that I write this tribute. Meet "Rocco".
No, Rocco is not a boxer. So you ask, why is Rocco on the "Boxer
Heaven" page? Rocco was a beautiful soul owned by Penny Harris, the
founder and president of Boxer Buddies Rescue and Adoption, Inc. This
"much loved" Doberman lived a wonderful life and passed to
"Rainbow Bridge" on December 23, 2000, at the grand age of 12.
We at Boxer Buddies are saddened deeply by Penny's loss and grieve with
her. Rocco touched all of our hearts.
"It
was with a very heavy heart that I started up my car this morning to
drive the all too familiar road to my vet's office. This would not
be a
pleasant visit and one I truly hope I don't have to do again. I knew
it was
time but somehow that doesn't make it any better or easier. I wanted
my
friends to know that Rocco was greatly loved and will be so terribly
missed.
He is now free of pain and happy the way I will always remember him.
I hope
he is running and jumping and eating to his heart's content for these are
the simple things in life that he truly enjoyed.
I will miss you always, Rocco, and I loved you more than you'll ever know.
This was the hardest thing I've ever had to do and I hope you all don't
mind
that I chose to tell you this sad news in this way. I have a tribute
to him
that I hope you will read and I hope none of you ever have to feel the
pain
that I am feeling right now."
TO ROCCO:
What will I do without you
My precious furry friend?
Part mischief but all blessing
And faithful to the end.
You look at me with eyes of love,
You never hold a grudge
You think I'm far too wonderful
To criticize or judge
It seemed your greatest joy in life
Was being close to me
I think God knew how comforting
Your warm, soft fur could be
A few short years is all we had
Today, we had to part
But you, my friend, will always have
A place within my heart.
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