Support Groups:

Austin: Samantha Rahmberg (contact), Humane Society of Austin & Travis County, 124 W. Anderson Lane, Austin, TX 78752, 512-837-7985, Ext. 226, Debra Rimmer, CSW, Facilitator, http://www.austinspca.com

Houston: Stacey Wilbanks, Houston SPCA, 900 Portway Dr. Houston, TX 77024, 713-869-7722 Ext. 127

Donations

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2006

Simon

What I'll miss most about Simon are our early morning walks. He was such a trooper, always ready first thing every morning, regardless of the weather. He would get up long before I would and wait expectantly while I made coffee, dressed and then stretched out. Sometimes he would get a little impatient, especially if I took too much time to stretch. Stretching while seated on the ground could be problematic since he would try to position his 80 pounds - give or take - squarely in my lap. If that were not enough, he usually saw those moments as perfect opportunities to lay many a sloppy boxer kiss on me. And who could resist a hug and some ear scratching in return?

Simon was such a special guy. He was only with us a short time, and he quickly acclimated to our family and lifestyle. He was curious, intelligent, loyal and above all, loving. He was respectful (or maybe just a bit fearful) of our curmudgeonly basset hound, Tucker. Simon always stepped aside for Tucker when it came to the nightly ritual of "exchanging" the food bowls. Here's how this process worked: both dogs were fed the same food at the same time in separate bowls, but for some reason, after Tucker finished about half his meal, he had to help himself to Simon's bowl. And Simon, being the gentleman that he was, always backed away and let Tucker have at it. Tucker never actually ate much of Simon's meal; he just had to examine the bowl and its contents very thoroughly. Meanwhile, Simon would move to Tucker's bowl and lick it clean. Simon really made out in the deal, but I never told Tucker that!

Simon's favorite pastime was "car sitting". He loved to climb into the car (truck, minivan or any motorized vehicle) and just sit. He would get comfortable and just sit or lie quietly for hours. Sometimes, I couldn't get him out of the back of my car, where he would stretch out and take over completely. Were it not for the south Texas heat, I would have left him to his avocation for hours on end. I'm not sure why he liked the car so much, but he made a great traveling companion, always the first in the car and the last out. I never had to worry about Simon jumping out of the car when the door was opened. Best of all, Simon never complained about my choice of music or my audio book selections.

Simon took everything in stride. He seemed happy just to be near us whenever and wherever we happen to be. I'll miss Simon. His passing has left a huge gap in my life.

Gracie Lou

Gracie Lou was adopted by the Nadolny family in January, 2006. She passed away very suddenly on Saturday, May 13, 2006. Gracie will be missed so much by her Forever Family. We hope they will find comfort knowing Gracie will be waiting for them - ready to play - at the Rainbow Bridge. Our heartfelt sympathy and thanks to the Nadolny family for saving such a wonderful, beautiful girl and giving her the best life she could have possibly ever asked for.

Timex

Timex was a dog that anybody would have been blessed to have known. He lived only nine months, eight of which did not treat him well. He came into my life unexpectedly, but he was welcomed with an open heart. In the month that I came to know him, he was a gentle soul. Always on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary, standing by my side, or sitting on my toes. He loved his toys - the tennis ball was his favorite! Timex would gobble it up and sit there hoping we wouldn't find it. He enjoyed the evenings sitting next to me with his head snuggled in my lap, enjoying the cool summer breeze. Although his hard life caught up to him right before he was to be adopted, all who met him fell in love with his gentle yet strong disposition. Timex will truly be missed, for he was loved and that's more than many can say.

Cinderella

Our Precious Cinderella,

11 1/2 years ago I got my first dog. I was nervous about the responsibility that it would require. I never knew a dog could make an entire family fall in love with her. Cinder was a member of our family from the start. In Cinder we found not only a best friend but she was a teacher, a comedian, a great listener and a healer. We could always look to Cinder to fill our hearts with joy. Cinder, thank you for showing us the meaning of unconditional love and bringing us joy each and every day. So many of our best memories are filled with images of you. You made us laugh and let us hold you when we needed to cry. You were a best friend to each of us, sharing your love with no reservations. You took in Baxter the cat when he was a kitten and loved him like your own. Being our first boxer you taught us that every time we see someone we care about we should shower them with love and affection, even if it's only been 5 minutes since the last meeting! Every morning we looked forward to your greeting us like you hadn't seen us in years. How quickly the years past, and how we wish they could have lasted longer. You left us so suddenly but with such dignity and grace. Our hearts feel broken and will take time to heal. As hard as it is to lose such a dear friend we wouldn't have changed a thing. We knew we couldn't be without a boxer for long and were so glad to find the Lone Star Boxer Rescue. Every one at the rescue has been wonderful. We appreciate everything they did to help match us up with a new friend. We recently adopted Bella (Baby Girl) and brought her home last night. She is such a good puppy that we are sure Cinderella is happily looking over her.

Lynn Meyers

Annie

Miss Annie-Butt, as we affectionately called her, was found in an empty house in Leander, TX. The previous owners had moved out and left her behind. She was picked up by an LSBR volunteer and taken to a local vet where it was discovered that she was approximately eight years old, had grade 3 mast cell tumors (cancerous), and severe ear mites that had damaged her hearing. For a long time we thought she was deaf, but as time went by and her ears healed from the mites, she was able to hear a bit. Annie also suffered from arthritis and hip problems, but those didn't get her down.

Due to her cancer, Annie wasn't adoptable, but as the foster parent, I fell in love and decided she had a home with me for as long as she had a good quality of life. Annie was an Angel, and I never wanted her to feel abandoned again. She was always happy to see me and that's such a wonderful feeling. Annie was my shadow. She was great with other dogs and tolerant of the younger fosters I brought in.

Annie was with me for a short year and a half and I still grieve that she's gone, but I'm thankful for the time we had together! None of us are born with guarantees, but while we all want to protect ourselves from loss, I feel very fortunate to have had the chance to care for and share my home with this wonderful girl.

I really miss my little girl.....

Mugsey

How do you say goodbye to your best friend? Mugsey was the most noble and best friend anyone could have. In his youth, he was playful and mischievious at times. In his prime, he was brave, strong and protective of his loved ones. Always, he was sweet and there to cuddle with and heal my human hurts. He had the heart of a warrior and until the end, he expressed his love for me. My heart is heavy these days but I know he is whole and healthy again waiting to see me again someday. He is part of my heart forever. I was truly the luckiest person to have known this most noble of God's creations. Goodbye my boy Mugsey until we are reunited again.

My love forever, your Ed.

A Tribute to Jake

I met Jake over eight years ago when I rescued him from a family temporarily taking care of him. Jake, about one year old, had been shot in the right leg and was literally skin and bones when I took him home. He had been rescued by the very kind family only a few days prior. All they knew was that Jake was a very loving companion and could eat twice his weight in dog food, every day. That great day I had called around and set out to rescue a Boxer. As far as I am concerned Boxers are the best breed on earth! Consequently, I had interviewed seven other potential Boxer rescues that day and was torn as to which one to take home with me. I was very close to choosing a younger .puppy., but hesitated, so I moved on to my final interview of the day. Unfortunately, when I called Jake.s owners there was no answer. It was late and well after 9:00PM. I felt sure that I would not meet the dog they were sheltering. About ten minutes later, they family called back and said that they were up and could introduce me to Jake that night.

That is when it happened! Of all the seven other dogs I had met that day, Jake looked into my eyes and .we. both knew we were meant for each other. I played with him, tested him, for everything suggested by the manuals, if adopting a new adult dog. Would he let you touch him, his face, mouth and does he seem like he is looking and listening to you for direction, really was he also looking in his case for his new master? Jake passed every test looked to me for our next step. That step was the best decision I have ever made in bringing .Jake. that night to his new loving home. With basic obedience training I held every after noon for the first few weeks. Jake passed with high marks. He always wanted to please, and how he could do just that was always on his mind! Jake was part of my family from the start, in sleeping by our bed, every night to actively participating in all BBQ's or even lounging in back of my kayak, while I was vigorously paddling in the river, lake or in the Gulf of Mexico. Jake was always a part of our family activities and that is what he and all dogs truly want and need to flourish. They want to be a part of the family or included in the .pack. and what is going on! When my son James was born, Jake just naturally stopped sleeping by our bed, and moved into my son James room and slept there, always loving him and protecting him.

Yesterday, 9/02/05 we had to put Jake down, after a diagnosis and treatment of a very quick and virulent battle with cancerous tumors in both atriums of his heart. Jake never missed a scheduled visit with the Vet as we had removed a number of subcutaneous mass cell tumors common to Boxers and kept him up on all scheduled visits, shots and heartworm treatment. This cancer was not picked up with routine any of these veterinary exams. Unfortunately, by the time the Cardiologist took the CV Cat Scan, he determined that the tumors were inoperable. Jake at best had only a few weeks at to live!

When it was time, my Vet. Dr. Hauke, at the Animal Hospital in Sugar Land was very sensitive and truly phenomenal. He explained the procedure and left us both alone after he gave Jake a sedative to put him under prior to euthanasia treatment. I hugged and kissed and cried as my most loyal companion passed with me holding his head in my hands. I told him how much many people would miss him and loved him, and said goodbye. I am making a picture collage memorializing some of the the great times Jake participated in during those eight loving years that he was with us. Jake.s sensitivity was something that ALL our friends, children and neighbors, all fell in love with: Jake was the Best! He just needed a second chance!

Today I rescued my next wonderful Boxer at Lonestar Boxer Rescue, and named her Peanut. She is not being rescued to replace Jake, but to give another wonderful Boxer in need, a good loving home, and begin another wonderful and amazing time spent with such a special and loyal companion. If Jake had met Peanut, I know he would approve, as he knows oh so well, that all Peanut needed, was a Second Chance!

Sincerely,
Joe Clinton Winter

Olivia

I had no intention of caring for two boxers at once. After Cassius passed away suddenly, peacefully, several years ago, and after his brother/best friend Cato the cat followed him over the Rainbow Bridge five months later, I was told (by the receptionist at the vet clinic where I brought Cato's body for pick-up and cremation) about a five-week-old male boxer in the neighborhood who was going to be advertised, along with his four sisters, any day.

I made an appointment with his human mom to visit that evening, and a few days later I drove him home -- curled up on my shoulder and neck. His name metamorphosed from Doug to Lucius -- in keeping with Cassius' and Cato's Romanesque/Shakespearean monikers.

Lucius and I were a happy pair. We had no need to be a threesome. But one day in March 2003, on an inexplicable, even unwanted urge, I applied to LSBR to be an adoptive or foster mom to a rescue boxer. A voice deep inside told me it was the right thing to do -- and the right time to do it.

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Kleatus

I adopted Kleatus around 5 years ago. He was my first rescue dog. He was so skinny when I first got him. I helped bring him from 45 lbs. to 75 lbs. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. He was so chatty. If he was hungry or thirsty, he would talk to me. If he wanted me to pet him, he would talk to me. If he wanted to go for a walk, he would talk to me. It was so funny to have a conversation with a dog. He also loved me very much. I never once felt unsafe with him around. He would protect me from strangers, other dogs, squirrels, anything that moved. He would also protect me from the vaccuum, aerosol cans, the hose, etc. In January he developed a plum-sized tumor on his pelvis. It was determined that it was inoperable and too aggresive to treat conventionally. In two months that tumor grew to a grapefruit-sized tumor that eventually ulcerated. He was going to slowly bleed to death if left alone. I had to make the very painful, but necessary, decision to free him of his suffering. I let my entire family say their good-byes. I let him know how much I would miss him and that Koji (my first boxer) would be waiting for him on the other side. He left me on Monday, March 14, 2005. I find myself still looking for him and in quiet moments in my life I can't help but reflect on how much I miss him and how much love he filled my life with. I only had half the time I should have with him, but he gave me twice the love of any dog.

Deana Kreitz

Lucky

How little we knew of all of the love and pleasure that had just entered our life on that cold, wet and windy October night in 1996 outside a bowling alley when Lucky "found" us. My wife could just not leave her there and promised me that, if she could not find the owners in 3 weeks, I could take Lucky to the "animal shelter". I did not want a 2nd dog (we still had our 11 year old yellow Lab, Boo, and a cat named Spanky), but I agreed. However, Lucky "politicked" both Boo and me. After I tried for the 3rd time to take Lucky to the "animal shelter", I crumbled and succumbed to her charms. Even though it has been 16 days since we had to put her down after her 4th stroke, and we have now had Walker (from LSBR) with us for 6 days, it still hurts for us to think about being without Lucky. I cannot stop crying as I write this. She made me a better owner, and Walker and all other predecessors will be the recipient of a better "daddy" because of Lucky. Lucky was about 2 years old when she found us, and she was about 10 years old when she left. Knowing what I now know about Boxers, I knew my wife and I had to "get back on the bicycle" and find another sweet companion to share our lives. I cannot think of a better tribute to Lucky or of our love for her, but to get another Boxer.

She had her first stroke episode over Labor Day weekend and the 2nd, 3rd and 4th followed until just recently. She never stopped wanting to be near us, nor did her little "stub" of a tail stop wiggling. She would recover from each stoke as best she could and never ask for anything else but love and companionship (well, food too). I lost my job of 15 years in late July and it was tough at first. Shortly thereafter Lucky sensed my needs, and one night she crawled up onto my bed (we had never allowed her to get on the bed or couch), and I could never again tell her not to join me in sleep. She really helped me through a very tough and emotional time.

I will miss my "little girl" and I now choose to believe in the Rainbow Bridge. Except for a chance meeting, I would never have spent 8 years with the most wonderful dog I have ever known. Her name was Lucky, but we were the lucky ones.

Chelsea

Chelsea came to us when she was 3 years old. It was amazing that someone didn't want this wonderful dog. Through the years she was with us, Chelsea was always an exuberant, faithful, and loving friend. We miss her peeking around the curtain when we came home - every time we returned it was a joyous occasion with lots of woo-woos and spinning around. The happiness she brought our family was a great gift to us. The picture shown is her with her favorite stuffed toy squirrel. When she was really excited, she's grab it and carry it around proudly. We miss our sweet girl.

Marilyn, Ted and Rose

Max

Max came to me in July 2001 as companionship for me and my father who was in the end stages of dementia. Max contributed a lot of happiness to the last months of my father's life and helped me to heal when he died. My first boxer had been put to sleep a year earlier, and both dad and I longed for another boxer face in our lives. I got Max from Sharon at Lone Star.

Keeping this to memorial length is difficult as we'd rather write a book! My boyfriend DeSha and I often comment that Max was the most amazing dog we've ever been around. He was also the loudest and had the biggest presence. He couldn't sit next to us, he had to sit on us. The amount of time he wanted to spend sitting on us was directly proportionate to the amount of time we had been away from home. Max would wake up in the morning and shake his whole body as he jumped all over the bed. He tried hard to be calm, but he hadn't seen his people in a whole 8 hours (although chances are he was on the bed most of the night)! His snoring and even breathing were so loud that you always knew exactly where he was. His affection knew no bounds, and his expressions were so intelligent. His favorite past times included walks on the Katy Trail or along Turtle Creek, and visits to the neighborhood Starbucks so he could greet his "public". One of the funniest things about him was the things that seemed to be constantly falling from his face like eye boogers, water, slobber and pieces of food. But we learned to love them as they were part of him. We have frequently joked that if he had a business card, his title would be "eye booger manufacturer". Other titles could have been bed warmer/hog, running companion, leg licker, U-dog (given to him by a neighbor's child for the shape his body made when excited), and our favorite nickname, Moo Moo.

I would like to extend a special thank you to Sharon for the wonderful foster home she gave to Max for a year, and also for all of the things she does for boxers every day. We will be back down to Houston sometime this year to add another boxer to the family. We loved Max with all of our hearts and know there will never be another one just like him.

Kara Watson and DeSha Sims

Rookie

Rookie was our first boxer, raised from a pup to a good citizen. His happy dance was called the "helicopter" because he would bounce around in circles as soon as we got home. Rookie was a proud handsome dog who loved playing in the surf.

At age 4, he was diagnosed with pancreatitis and died a month later after many treatments and care. We all miss him dearly, including his grieving boxer widow, Gypsy.

Kasie Connor

Pretty Girl

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Pretty Girl was only with me a very short time but she quickly stole my heart. She was surrendered to Lone Star Boxer Rescue with a massive infection. Because she was so severely anemic and was in such great pain with little hope of recovery the vet advised euthanasia. Even in the pitiful state she was in, she was able to give me a smile and wag her little tail. Pretty Girl was aptly named and very brave. It broke my heart that we weren't able to save her. I stayed with her until the end and she passed away with her head in my arms on November 7, 2004.

Debbie Lon and family

Scarlett

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When I first saw Scarlett's picture, I knew I had to foster her. The poor girl had several large mast-cell tumors hanging from her body and was severely emaciated and anemic. What was so amazing though is that in spite of it all she was happy and her tail was constantly wagging.

Once she gained some weight and was no longer quite so anemic, the tumors were removed. We were told that Scarlett would need to be on medication for the rest of her life and that the tumors would likely come back. It was also possible the cancer had started to spread internally. I knew then that I couldn't let her go.

I was lucky enough to have Scarlett with me for five months before she lost the battle. Scarlett died Oct. 26, 2004, exactly four weeks after her foster brother, Jake. It means so much to me that I was able to be with her and tell her how much I loved her in the end.

Scarlett was very special to me and I miss her terribly. She quickly won the hearts of all the people she met -- a testament to what a sweetie she was. Hopefully she and Jake are together, running and playing pain free once again.

Debbie Lon and family

Jake

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Jake came to me as a foster. He had just had his right rear leg amputated (from being hit by a car) and his right eye removed and sewn shut due to an older injury. I instantly fell in love with him and adopted him for my own. He was beautiful and had a wonderful personality. Having only three legs and one eye didn't slow him down much. He could run up and down the stairs as fast as any four-legged boxer. Jake loved camping, car rides, walks and just being with his family.

Jake had to be put to sleep on Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004. He suffered a brain tumor that overtook him in a matter of days. I knew it was time -- whether I was ready to let go or not. All the "life" was out of him. We took pictures, let him know how much we loved him and told him all the things we wanted him to know and remember. With his head on my arm and my hand on his heart, I held him until the end and then some.

I have pictures of him all over the house and that is where they will stay. When everything else in my world was upside down, he was always there for me. He was my security blanket. Whenever I was sick, he would lay with me on the couch (my constant companion), and this helped nurse me back to health more than anything.

I owe Jake so much, as I do all the other fosters I've taken in over the years. Jake was my encouragement to continue fostering, and still is. He was a favorite of everyone and will always be alive and healthy in our hearts. I love and miss him so very much.

Debbie Lon and family

Buster

This is one of the last photos of Buster that I had. He was 11 years 6 days old when he passed away on May 30, 2003. He was the best friend I ever had. He helped me through a divorce and start a new marriage. Buster was always listened well and was a cuddler. He was just a well behaved dog from the beginning. He survived 4 years with a irregular heartbeat that was controlled with medication. On the day he passed over he had severe irregular heartbeats and could not move. He had been ready to move on but I was not ready. On that day he let me know that now was the time. I will always miss him. He has been the one closest to my heart and now he can romp and play with no pain. He will be waiting for my Toby when the time comes. I love you Buster.

A donation has been made in memory of Buster.

Wishbone

Wishbone was born on August 8, 1995. We picked him out from a picture when he was only 2 weeks old. (They wouldn't let me see him in person yet) When we were able to take Wishbone home we knew he was going to be the best dog, and an incredible member of our family. We were very lucky to have him with us for almost 9 years. He was a friend, a playmate, a protector (although he wouldn't have hurt a fly), and his favorite thing; an 85lb lap dog that loved to cuddle with his mommy, daddy, and brother Barney.

Wishbone got ill and passed away very suddenly a short time ago. We were very grateful that he did not suffer from what ever it was that took him away from us. We will miss him dearly, and all the love he gave to us. I'm sure we will see him again.

A donation of $450.00 was given to LSBR in Memory of Wishbone.

Sadie

Sadie (Fawn) was my first dog. Having grown up with Boxers there was no doubt what kind of dog I would get. My Dad took me to a breeder and bought Sadie for me. She was a perfect dog in every way. She was small for a Boxer but what she lacked in size she made up for in heart. When Sadie was one we decided she needed a playmate. A breeder placed a white Boxer with the agreement that she would be spayed and be spoiled. Angel saw Sadie as her Mom. Where ever Sadie was you would find Angel. Sadie cleaned Angels face till her last day. When Sadie turned 12 her back legs were starting to fail. On March 15, 2004, I called my wonderful vet and he came to my home and while I held Sadie and told her what a wonderful girl she was my vet eased Sadie over to the bridge. Sadie was 12 years and 5 days old. Angel never recovered from Sadie's death. She literally grieved herself to death. We tried to find a dog food she would eat and finally did but at that point she had gone from 60 pounds down to 44 pounds. She had lost her will to live. Angel passed away in her sleep on May 23, 2004. Angel was 11 years and one day old. It broke my heart to lose my girls so close together. It was a huge chapter of my life that has now closed but I am happy that they are together once more.

Trooper Morris

A $50 donation was made in memory of Trooper Morris by Richard and Tessie Morris.

Princess Lilly

A monthly donation has been made in memory of PrincessLilly, beloved rescue boxer who brought much love to the Nichols family.(pictured on left)

Brindi

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.

Julian Francis Doerge

Monetary gifts were made to Lone Star Boxer Rescue in memory of Julian Francis Doerge, beloved father and adoptive dad to rescue boxer Hilda, by Jaelene Fayhee; Greg and Marilyn Barta; Susan Sienko; Mr. and Mrs. Otis Brashear; Lorynda Fish; Ron and Louise Behm; and Edward Wristen.

Julian adopted Hilda 3 years ago. Although they only had a short time together, they shared a love and bond that was unconditional and enduring.

Rosie

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.

Sophie

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.

From Kay, Sophie's foster Mom:
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.

Bandit

Trent and Karlyn Fuquay have donated $100 in memory of Bandit.

Willie

05-05-2003 I don't know who all knows about this, but I figured I would break the news...Willie was put to sleep today. He had cardiomyopathy and I guess he just couldn't handle it anymore. He got to spend his last night in a real home thanks to Sherri and today he was put down at Greenway. I wish I would have known he was sick or even that he was being put down I would have been with him, but I know it all happened very fast. I know that Storri spent some time with him in the end while he was down and I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. I will always regret the fact that Willie did not stay at my house as a foster, he deserved so much better than what he got. I will remember him always as the big goofy boy he was just wanting someone to love him. -Amanda

To Willie: Sweet, sweet Willie Billy....run free and happy with all of the other pups that have gone before you (hook up with Nadia...she can show you the ropes and snuggle with you at night). I miss you, but I am happy that you are not suffering any more. No more kennel runs to make you sad...just run free and be happy sweet boy. Wait for me and I will give you the love and attention that you so very much deserved! -Storri Peterson

Nadia

The day Nadia came into my life I knew what a special girl she was. From her sweet, loving & gentle personality you would never know what a difficult life she had. I was sure she wouldn't make it without medical attention and lots of TLC. I became Nadia's foster mom, and the next few months were both tough and wonderful. That's when I decided she was mine to keep. A couple months later I noticed small tumors appearing all over her body. Biopsy's determined Nadia had Skin Cancer and that is was in-operable. The specialist at this point gave her less than a year to live.

I can honestly say that the last 2 year's of Nadia's life were spent being spoiled rotten. I helped her cross over Rainbow Bridge 04/10/03 after the cancer had done enough damage it was hard for her to walk & breath. My precious girl lived a happy ending despite her life before we met.

I would like to thank everyone for the support. I know Nadia is in a special place without pain.

To my Nadia-

My precious girl you will always be in my heart and the heart's of everyone you met. Until we meet again-Love ya!

Mom & Ash (boxer brother)

Daphne

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.

Zima

She was the perfect balance of love, kindness, strength, and courage. Zima's Story

Ringo

A donation to Lone Star Boxer Rescue and this memorial were submitted in loving memory of Ringo.

"Defender of the Intersection, Queen of the Couch - a magificent creature in a suit of stripes, forever loved and desperately missed." Ringo - the World's Greatest Brindle

Ginger

A donation to Lone Star Boxer Rescue and this memorial were submitted in loving memory of Ginger, who crossed over to the rainbow bridge on Sept. 17, 2002.

My days are so lonely without you. No more kisses, one hundred
at a time. No more butt wiggling when I get home. You blessed me with your
unwavering devotion for almost 10 years.

From your mischief filled puppy-hood to your gray-haired last days, I could not have loved you more. I know you felt the same. Although I often cry, I can't help but smile and laugh when I think of the things that made you so special. The way you howled when I came home. The way you would roll and scratch your back when you were happy. Your facial expressions when you heard a familiar word or phrase. The way you would paw at me if I didn't share my food. But most of all the way you always had to be near me. I still catch my self looking for you and wondering what your doing. I always knew the day would come but I never imagined it would be this hard. Please forgive me if I held on too long. You were my heart and soul.

I know you are looking after your bubba at the rainbow bridge. Daddy will be home soon.

Steven and Julie Smith

Cooper

We don't know much about Cooper, but what we do know is that he was a sweet, loving boxer who was delight to be with in the few weeks he was in our program. Cooper came to us with a degenerative disease that affected his leg and spine. He was in a tremendous amount of pain, and had to be euthenized. Those of us who met this gentle 5-year-old soul are delighted that he entered our lives, even if only for a short period of time.

Rocky

Lone Star Boxer Rescue gratefully acknowledges a gift made in memory of Rocky, a proud boxer who was rescued from a shelter. He was deeply loved and will be missed by his friend and rescuer, Max Adams.

Lappa

Lappa was the first boxer we owned together. She captured our hearts from the moment we brought her home. 

She always was so loving and kinds. On her final day, when I realized how sick she was. I sat on the floor and cried. Although she obviously had a stroke during the night, she made her way over to comfort me. She was everything a good dog should be: loving, brave and loyal. We miss her constantly.

Julie, Sergio and Sparky

Thomas L. Watson

Lone Star Boxer Rescue gratefully acknowledges gifts made in memory of Thomas L. Watson by Nicholas Cannistraro Jr. and the Newspaper National Network, Chris and Rhonda Grady, Julia Shifflett and Tic Toc, and Michael Damian McCarthy.

Mr. Watson was described a man who who loved animals, especially a boxer named  Max. Max made quite an impression on Mr. Watson after his daughter Kara adopted him from Lone Star, and as a tribute to his memory, Max will continue to visit residents at the Walnut Place Nursing Home.

Tookie

'Til we meet again, Pumpkin Puss. We love and miss you! Mommy and Daddy

I knew that Tookie was meant to be our girl from the moment I picker her up. I brought her home when she was 6 weeks old as a birthday present for my husband. I never wanted a boxer, but fell completely in love with her the moment I met her. 

Tookie was our sunshine. She always was there with her sweet face to make us feel better when we needed her. She was an exceptional girl. We have so many wonderful memories of her. From her 360-degree turns she make when she was excited to her race-car track turns she would make in the backyard when the weather turned cool to her hugs, kisses and burps in the face!

We had to put our sweet girl to sleep on March 27, 2002, just 21 days before her 10th birthday. She had cancer that had spread and was in enough pain that we could not let her suffer anymore. 

Words can never express how much we loved Tookie. What a tremendous void there is now that she is gone, but we eternally are grateful for the 10 years she was a part of our lives and family.

The Sonkas

Romeo

Romeo holds a very special place in the hearts of LSBR volunteers. In fact, his foster mom, Sherri, calls him her soul mate. She cared for him through some pretty tough times, but she says his spirit and love for life never waned.

We miss you, Romeo!

Tommy

Tommy was one of LSBR's older rescues. He had several cancerous tumors and the worst case of heartworms the vet had ever seen. Even at his sickest, Tommy always had a boxer slurp and kidney bean for our volunteers.

Murphy Bryles

Lone Star Boxer Rescue gratefully acknowledges a donation made in the memory of Murphy Bryles by his daughter Rebecca Bryles and her boxer Chelsea. According to his daughter, Mr. Bryles and Chelsea adored each other and shared a very special bond.

Draco

To Draco: Baby boy you will always be in our hearts and minds. Part of us has gone with you. Till we meet again, be good and take care of yourself. Love you, dear son.

Draco was adopted from Lone Star Boxer Rescue on the Aug. 26, 2000.

He entered our lives and changed it completely. He gave us unconditional love and happiness. Draco's skin sister was born in June 2001, and his world was complete.

Then, a month later Draco started showing problems. He had blood in his stool, and underwent a lot of tests. After a trip to New Orleans, Draco's condition worsened. He was throwing up constantly and was not eating. We took him to a specialist who did exploratory surgery on him on Sept. 27. He was diagnosed with a rare and fatal fungal disease called pythiosis. 

Pythiosis had taken full control over his intestine and they wanted to put him to sleep. We brought him back home and started doing holistic treatment on him. He was showing slight improvement, but he had lost a lot of weight and was continuously having diarrhea. 

When we came back home from a trip to India, Draco looked slightly better. Our spirits were high and we thought Draco was on his way recovery. From Dec. 31 when we returned until Jan. 27, 2002, (four months from the day of surgery) Draco was doing well. 

On the evening of Jan. 27, however, he stopped eating, and began drooling and panting. We thought he was sick and next day planned to talk to the vet and make him better, but later that night, he woke me up to go out. 

The last time he woke up, he stood on the porch,  looked up at the sky and sniffed the night air. It was 2 a.m. At 3 a.m., I heard woo-woo cry and rushed to him. While I cradled his head on my lap, he passed away. He was only 3 years old. 

For one year and five months, Draco gave us sheer joy. He is so loved and his absence has been so hard for us to accept.

Babu, Juno and Royina

Colonel Boeske

Colonel Boeske was our first rescue boxer, and he started us on this wonderful road that we are on. He was only with us for a year, but his love changed us forever. Even though he has been gone for more than a year, we still think of him often

Brenda and Darrell Boeske

William McCortney

A donation was made to LSBR in honor of the memory of William McCortney by Barbara and Peter Levy and Celie.

Adrian

In memory of Adrian from his mom, Christine Walsh

Jimmy Ables

Lone Star Boxer Rescue gratefully acknowledges the generous donation of Colonel and Mrs. Collins in the name of Jimmy Ables, a friend to the boxer breed.

CLEO

In Loving Memory of Brazos Queen Cleopatrata, "Cleo"

1990-2000, "The Original Grunge Poodle"

From Cleo's family and friends

Mrs.Roxanne

1983-1999

She came into our lives as a very loving stray calico cat. She got her name from the song by the Police. Her dignity earned her the titles of Miss then (as she grew older) Mrs. Roxanne. She was our loving and brave girl who battled diabetes for several years.

The Spence Family

Max & Reba

Max and Reba were our Beautiful Boxer littermates. To us, they were our children, and kept us constantly entertained with their antics. We got them when they were 6 weeks old, and even as adults, they still slept intertwined with each other. They loved each other so much, and it was so wonderful to raise them together. One of their favorite things to do was to "GO FOR A RIDE IN THE CAR." We always took them to pick up carpools or wherever we went. It became one of the highlights of their day! It's ironic that they became ill together, both with Cardiomyopathy, and died exactly 7 days apart. It was devastasting to lose them both at the same time, but also comforting to know that they were there for each other, even in death. That helped us tremendously. They will forever be in our hearts!!

Leslie Waxman

Chili

Chili had the most wonderful personality and the cutest face you could ever imagine. I got such joy from watching her bounce around and really give my horses a good talking to on a daily basis, all 35 lbs. of her! At three years old she was the tiniest little Boxer with a Heart the size of Texas. She always had a sparkle in her eye and was ready to take on anything, NO FEAR. When Chili came to us she had heartworms, a more severe case than most I've had to deal with. She came through her heartworm treatment just fine and at the advice of my vet we waited to have her spayed and give her some time after the heartworm treatment. We took her to have her spayed and when they opened her up they found a massive tumor on one of her mammary glands. They were going to send it off to be analyzed. She never woke up from her surgery. I am so sad and will miss her bubbly personality terribly. I am glad though that I had her in my life for a few wonderful months and am glad that when I left her for her surgery, I knelt down and she gave me a big slurp under the chin and as always she put those little legs on my shoulders for a little Boxer hug. Run, play and be free my little Chili!

I miss you.
Sil McCall, Chili's foster mom