Boxer Dogs, Boxer Rescue

IN MEMORY

In November of 1999 I made a trip to Marion and came home with a beautiful white boxer boy. His name was Snowden. It was believed that he was about 11/2 years old. He was so skinny you could see every rib; his ears were so full of sores that the vet had "glued" them together to keep the sores from breaking open; he was covered with insect bites; and his skin and coat were yellowish. He was fresh from a bath and so happy to be the center of attention. I fell in love with him immediately, brought him back home to Mentor, and changed his name to Casper. After meeting our other dogs he quickly became an important part of our family with all the privileges. He loved to wrestle and play with his sisters, run in the yard or at the local CC baseball field, go for walks, and ride in the car. Many nights we would go to sleep and wake up in the morning with him between us on the bed. When the alarm went off he would kiss us good morning and jump out of bed ready to start the day. While there were other dogs he didn't like, there was never a human (especially kids) that he didn't believe needed to be kissed whether they wanted it or not! He was a jewel like no other. I say was because on New Year's Eve we had to say goodbye to our Casper. He had been through 2 surgeries to remove cancerous masses over the past year and we did not want to subject him to the 3rd that was needed. Saying goodbye was bittersweet. We did not want him to go and yet we did not want him to hurt. It was one of the hardest things we have ever done. We miss him daily. We will love him forever.

Thank you and HOBR for bringing him into our lives.

Ellen and Jim Huminsky

The pleasure of having Lexus in our lives for seven years was

 nothing, but joy. Her personality always brought a smile to anyone she met. She

 was the queen of the house and she new how special she was to our family. The

 love she gave and received was truly priceless. Lexus always loved her

 walks and running at the farm. On Friday July 13, 2007 we lost our girl to

 cancer. She now has become our Angel. We cherish the memories for the short time

 we had with her and our thoughts and prayers go with her for now she is at

 peace. She will always be missed.

Angel was hands down the sweetest boxer we have ever owned. She was rescued off the street from kids who were hitting her with sticks. We worked all the fear out of her and she knew only kindness and love at our house. She never did one thing wrong her entire 7 years with us! Gentle, caring, smart! Those are just a few words to describe her. She had two boxer brothers and everytime they did anything wrong she came and got us. She will forever be in our hearts. Angel went to the rainbow bridge 6/18/07.

Lisa Carlotta

Dear Mary, 8 years ago this month, we adopted a beautiful 1 1/2 year old boxer from you that was severely undernourished, hurt, tail uncropped and looking for a home. You had given her the name Nelda. We came up from Cincinnati and only spent 5 minutes with her and we knew this was the dog for us. We renamed her Darby after we crossed over the Big Darby Creek. Over the years she let every kid that she came in contact with, pull on her, play with her, feed her bones...She never met a kid she didn't like. She was our first "child". Darby had been battling tumors/cancer of the past few months and today a tumor burst in her stomach. We had to put or beautiful baby down. I just wanted to thank you for bringing her into our lives. Your organization does wonderful things. Sincerely, Heather and Greg Bickford

Buckwheat was special. She was beautiful, for sure, but she had a special air about her. She had become like a grand matriarch around here. And, over the years, she put up with all sorts of foster furkids and never caused any trouble. She accepted Shelby, and Opie, and Sadie, and Brandy into her home. As a pup, she was a real hellion, but sometimes that goes with being the runt of the litter. She had spirit, and she had love. She gave freely of both. She never missed a meal and food would motivate her to do just about anything. She learned obedience and agility. She had selective hearing, and was obedient only when she wanted to be or when you had food. She was 11 years old, yet still chased and growled at the evil ironing board, still tried to bolt out the door whenever she had the chance, and could only be teased back in with food or by opening the car door and letting her think she was going for a ride. She was 11 years old, yet when we grabbed her collar and leash, we had to practically tackle her to get them on, because she jumped around and cried like a puppy, for she loved to go. Didn't matter where, she just loved to go. And to be with us. And so quickly we lost her. Never any indication of being ill until right before we went to the hospital. Shortly after arrival there she arrested. They got her back, but then she arrested again. Each time her heart restarted, there were arrhythmias that they think caused a blood clot to the brain; a stroke. We had to let her go. Someone said "that's great for her, and bad for you." Yes. That's true. We are so grateful she didn't suffer and linger. But we miss her terribly. Our grand dame. Buckwheat. Buckers. Buckawheat. Our big girl. Buck. Our little rascal. Always in our hearts. The cycle goes on, and our little collection of memorial urns gets larger. We hurt so much, and yet we love some more. God bless and thank you again, Shelley and Sheila

We welcomed Prince into our home from the Heart of Ohio Boxer Rescue in February of 2001. From the very beginning, he was our protector. He had a loving home, with 4 children to play with. When he became sick this winter, we got him a new boxer friend, Zulu. We believe that gave him his youth back for a couple of weeks. It was nice to see him happy. We had to say good-bye today, March 22, 2006. It saddens our hearts to see him go.

Our ten-year-old, sweet, happy Jessie gently and peacefully departed this earth on January 18, 2006. Her buddy Cassius welcomed her to the other side. Jess loved liver brownies (more than anything in the world); eating grass (grazed like a cow!); eating almost everything else possible; taking leisurely strolls; going for rides; rolling around on her back; sleeping snuggled between her people; and flinging items around the room after shaking the stuffing out of them. Her trademark tongue hung perpetually out the side of her mouth even while sleeping. She was not good with other dogs (as in "let me at 'em!") but wonderful with people and her cats. We will miss her antics - except the kitchen garbage rummaging. She'll be especially missed by her feline friend, Girlie, who thinks she's a mini boxer. Thank you for five wonderful years "Jester". You were a true lover who brought much joy to our home.

Floyd (2001-06) was a big boy (90 lbs.) and he was all boy. He loved children and never met a stranger. When his companion, Murphy, a ten year old female Boxer got sick, Floyd took care of her and would open the back door and let her out when she needed to go. He had a sloppy wet mouth and gave many wet kisses, some appreciated and others as wet surprises. He especially liked to go run at the lacrosse field at the high school, then take a three or four mile walk on his leash. When he was younger he paid some unannounced visits into Scioto High School in search of our sons and daughter. He became famous there after a few visits and his name was announced over the intercom requesting one of our kids to " please come to the office and get Floyd". We think he liked Biology best. He also loved to go "bye-bye" in the car or truck. You couldn't say the words or he would get very excited and after a while, when we spelled the words, he understood. His favorite trip was to the dry cleaners with his "momma".He loved to sit in the big window in the front of the house and watch for our cars to come up the street and beat us to the back door. He was all Boxer. We miss him terribly. It isn't fair when such a loving, beautiful living thing is taken from us so young but such is the rythm of life and we can only sooth our sorrow by remembering him as he was, the wonderful life we all gave him and the unconditional love he gave to us.

On July 6, 1991, during the Gulf War, my Sissy gave birth to three wiggly, beautiful puppies in my guestroom. One was Corrinne, a gorgeous flashy fawn, with a white blaze around her neck, and imprinted in the middle of that blaze was a perfect fawn heart. I named her Corrinne, and registered her name as Storybook's Bless My Heart. She was typical of boxer puppies, silly, fun, into everything, and always hungry! It soon became evident that food was her driving force -- she was very muscular and became a "woman of substance" -- everyone who knew her teased her about her plus-size model profile! We nicknamed her, among other things, "Big Mama Pantyhose". She was a constant source of fun to us -- because, of course, that she was a boxer, but because, too, of that constant want of treats and meals! She was very sincere! Corrinne was patient with me, even when I was impatient with her -- she was constantly underfoot, was a "nerd" boxer, not knowing how to really play with the others. Her attempts at joining in were awkward and made her sort of an "outsider" in play with the other boxers. Still, she was steady in her devotion, and assumed the steady, albeit, always looking for food personality. She was my "good" dog, and I could always keep her uncrated -- she had run of the house and took advantage of it by becoming a bonafide couch potato. Corrinne fell apart rather quickly -- at first it was her back legs that would twist and untwist in strange ways, often tripping me too, because she would walk so close to me. Then she got very confused about small things, like how the door opened, where her food was, where I was. When I would call her in, she would turn the other way, perhaps because her brain was giving her the wrong message. The day before she went to her Heavenly reward, when I came home for my rescue work, Corrinne had either stumbled or fallen down the basement steps, in spite of a gate that was in place. She struggled, futilely, to get back upstairs. When I found her, she was hopelessly tangled in the hoses behind the washer in the basement. She had refused food the day before, so it was definitely time to relieve her misery. She refused to leave my side, but sat up, with her head hung down to the floor. It was heartbreaking. I'm sure that there is a place at the Bridge for an a lovable animal nerd like my Corrinne. Eat well, rest well Corrinne -- we'll see you someday.
Love, Your person, Lois B

Shelby Louise came to us at the age of 18 months, having been given up by her owner, a college student who had to rearrange her living arrangements and couldn't keep her. She was underweight at the time, but all wiggles and giggles just the same.
She accommodated to life with her "sister friend" Buckwheat in about 30 seconds, and she established her place forever in our hearts in no time. Shelby was a good girl, always ready to please and to be there beside us. She was a cuddler, and loved just being close. She was a squirrel, bunny, and bird chaser, and our back yard is still a no fly zone because of her. Sadly, Shelby was diagnosed with lymphoma on March 29, 2001, and though we gave her every chance with chemotherapy through the wonderful oncologist at MedVet in Columbus, Dr. Elizabeth Kergosien, she had to be assisted to the Rainbow Bridge on February 25, 2002. Shelby girl was just short of 6 years old, but she packed a lifetime of love in her short life, and she will remain a very special part of us until we meet again.
Shelley Saunders , Sheila Huffman, and Buckwheat Morgan

Nick was a beautiful brindle son of a champion and sire of merit. Nick was outgoing, sweet, smart, and was a good-will ambassador for boxers. He had the true boxer temperament and made many friends at expo's, boxer parties, picnics, at the dog food store, etc. What a good, good boy Nick was. He was a great personal friend to me and he slept on the couch and the bed -- he had a great life and gave a great gift to those who knew him. Nick was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor at the tender age of 3.5 years and broke my heart, along with the hearts of those who knew and loved him. He was unbelievably brave to the end -- I miss him terribly and always will.
My beautiful Nick

"Copper", Storybook's Mister Sweets, 1988-1999.
Copper was born a quiet, rather shy boy on tax day, April 15, 1988. His breeder was Priscilla Kilman and she knew right away that Copper was special. Her daughter, Jennifer, named him and that name stuck. As Copper grew up, he became more beautiful and wonderful. At the age of three, Copper was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy. Through the wonderful care of my vet, Dr. Paul Stephenson and the extra special care by the Cardio Department at The Ohio State University Hospital, especially Drs. Kate Meurs and Alan Speir, Copper thrived and endured until he was nearly 12 years old. Copper had the most outgoing, loving personality, and everywhere he went, he made friends for himself and for the Boxer breed. Doors flew open at OSU when he was there, and he made the rounds greeting his pals with tail wagging and handing out boxer kisses. Copper passed his therapy dog test twice, and he was a natural at public relations. Copper was beautiful both inside and out and he was very loved and is very missed. There will never be another dog quite like Copper -- run free now Copper! There are no fences and no heart disease in Heaven. We will see you at the Rainbow Bridge.
Lois Brooks, fortunate human who belonged to Copper

"Molly", Blue Bonnet Molly, 1985--1995.
Our Molly was born in 1985, and from the beginning, she was a special girl. She was super smart and always wanted to please. She understood English and did our bidding always. She was a "perfect" dog, and was more human than dog. This I mean in the best sense of the word, she had none of the bad qualities of a human, only the good. She was loving, generous of spirit, fun and good to the bone. There will never be a boxer, or any dog as good as Molly. She left us too soon, and went to Heaven in 1995. She is in Heaven now, being the good example for all others. We love you Molly girl.

Our wonderful Molly's puppy was so special, we just had to keep him. Born in 1986, he was precocious and had a funny and quirky personality from the beginning. Self-centered, he thought the universe revolved around his sweet self. Patient and loving, he was our special boy and was so loved and cherished, until we lost him in 1997. Booker: we are still talking about the wonder of you, we'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Booker T.

Baby, who was my third boxer. Mainly I took her because no one else wanted her. Like all my girls, she was spayed at 6 months, and of course unregistered. She lived as part of my family for over thirteen years, first with an older classic fawn, and then with the new infant she is with in this picture. I am a boxer lover who has had five boxers, and I will never willingly be without boxers in my life, but I want other boxer lovers to know that this dog was the most loving, gentle, obedient animal I have ever been privileged to know. She was boxer to the bone, and I miss her still!
Vicky Nixon

Shug was my very first puppy and my first boxer. I did not grow up with dogs and had very limited experience. My husband is a natural. He says its because he's a base-of-the-brain kind of guy. Shug had that wonderful boxer ability to combine total sweetness with more than a bit of mischief. She loved to runandrunandrun and she was very social. She was a very fast learner and when I switched to clicker training she became entirely enthusiastic. She also loved to be massaged and would get that dreamy, glassy-eyed look. Shug was in the heart study at Ohio State University and so it was that we got an early diagnosis of dilated cardiomyopathy. It was with deep sadness that we sent her to the Rainbow Bridge on September 27, 1999. Shug is physically gone, but she will never be gone from our hearts.
sadly missed by Linda Michaels and family

Our baby was Jade, she passed on just before thanksgiving this year. She was only 51/2 years old she adopted our granddaughter Haley, they were together almost always. She started to lose weight in the summer and lost a battle with a kidney tumor. She is so deeply missed, but will be forever in our hearts as one of the best boxers around. We know she'll be happy at the Rainbow Bridge.
Paul and Jill Stevens

Roxanne 1990--1997
Rox was 6 months when she was rescued in the middle of the night. She had close cropped ears and had been burnt with cigarettes. Being trained for fighting. Thank God they never broke her spirit, because she was the most loving, laid back girl. She brought us many years of love and loyality and was a very calming effect to us all. We'll miss her always.
Bev Lenox and Marty Ryan

Murphy (Sonny-boy) 1993--1998
We got Murphy in a snowstorm in the middle of winter at the Fairfield Humane Society. He was 8 weeks old. He bonded from the start. He was "King of the Castle". The most loyal, protective boy we've ever had. He was special, he took our heart and never let it go. His personality was magnetic, he just grabbed you and you were his. He got cancer in 1998 and we lost him in April. Never a day goes by without thoughts of him. We still cry when we look at his picture.
Bev Lenox and Marty Ryan

October 21, 2000
Zoey came to our family when she was 5 1/2 months. She automatically became part of our family. She was very loyal to our family. She was great with kids and other boxers. She was very loved by our family. She will never be replaced. The Boxer Rescue is the best thing to ever happened to the Boxer breed. There are so many Boxers who need homes with no questions asked. Zoey was loved by everyone who met her and everyone was her friend. She will be missed and not forgotten.
Chuck and Lisa Stanley

Even though his life was cut short, Spike was so dearly loved by his human Mom and Dad (Joan and Warren Sippola). He was respected, loved and is now honored by many children. Spike went to school everyday with his Mom and rescued boxer brother to please and comfort children with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) at Whitehall schools while his Mom taught. He will always be remembered.

In June of '99 a chance encounter at the DMV led me to a local shelter. I went to pick up a boxer to foster for Second Chance Boxer Rescue. That boxer was Trixie. She quickly became a loved family member and co-worker. She had free run of the facility where I work and along with my Babe, went to whomever needed her the most. She was extraordinarily mood sensitive. On October 2, 2000, after a brief illness, Trixie went to the rainbow bridge...she will be missed by many people who's lives she touched and brightened...
Brigitte Marsh, Maine

When we first got Mort, we knew he was a special dog. Mort loved everyone he came in contact with, except white fluffy dogs, so he wasn’t the best watchdog in the world. But at the same time, he would give you the greatest sense of security in the world. Mort was a dog who loved life, not caring which direction it went in, but just following the lead. After the first day he died, I didn’t know how I could live, it was just like the world turned upside down and made me fall off. Even though we adopted a new boxer, Mort will be in our hearts forever.
Patrick Mcbride

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