Welcome to Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue

Maxim
We started fostering Maxim in October 2021. Max was already having hind leg weakness which was believed to be due to DM. After several months as a foster, we knew this needy boy belonged in our home. We knew our time with Max wouldn’t be long, but we were still not ready to lose him. He didn’t know a stranger. He was loved by everyone who met him and wiggled his way into many hearts. Our life revolved around Max for so long due to his disabilities. His loss hurt different than any other boxer loss we have went through. He is now in a place where he is able to run, jump and play again. We love and miss you so much Maxim, Maxim Lee Maximo

Boots
My worst nightmare happened on July 2nd when foster Boots came down with Gastric Dilation-Volvulus referred to as Bloat. Emergency surgery was not successful. I was able to be with him when he crossed the rainbow bridge. I am grateful RCBR found Boots and his brother Bubba for me and for the opportunity to foster them. The brothers were found wandering in a wooded area near Fayetteville, West Virginia. I picked the brothers up in Hudson WI on December 23rd and we had a wonderful Christmas together. I believe they appreciated spending Christmas in a house rather than a shelter. Boots was a wonderful companion as he was content and satisfied to put his head on my lap while I watched my morning TV shows. Boots always helped me prepare meals, laundry, cleaning, yard work, and was always by my side. Boots was the perfect roommate. Weather permitting we logged miles and points for “WoofTrax”. Boots best bud was his brother Bubba and Boots so adored his brother Bubba. I so enjoyed our time together and will be forever grateful that he found me. He brought joy and happiness every day. I miss him and his constant companionship. His collar hangs on my bed post.

Storm
Sadly and unfortunately I have to announce Stormie crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I only got to spend a little time with Storm. I thought I was only gonna foster him and his sister, but after a week I decided these two precious dogs needed me as much as I needed them, so I adopted both of them. Everything seemed to be going real good and then poor Storm started eating less and less. I changed his food constantly to anything he would eat. He would eat something new for about a day or two and would just lose interest. I took him to my vet that I’ve had for about 18 years. She unfortunately gave me the sad news. Poor Stormie’s pancreas is shutting down and there’s not much we can do, especially since he’s an older boxer. I was crushed. I felt so bad. I felt like I had failed him as a dog parent. Poor guy had to leave his furever home. The only one he’s known for 9yrs, comes to this new strange home and gets very, very sick. I was just crushed. Still kinda am. We did have a lot of fun before all this though. He loved going on rides and this guy was the ultimate cuddler. No matter which of his sisters I’d be loving on….in would come ol Stormie’s paw or leg or his head would peek through just to get some more love. We are gonna miss him deeply. Run free Storm! Love you to the moon and back buddy. Thank you for letting me love you and thank you for loving me.

Hawkeye
I was Hawkeye’s foster mom for nearly a week. While scrolling down Facebook it came to my attention that there was a Boxer in need and he was very close. He was an owner surrender at a high kill shelter and his days were numbered. I shared Hawkeye’s post with my husband and he said “go get him”. Luckily, Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue was already working on him and a volunteer was needed. The volunteer would pick him up and facilitate him until transporting him to RCBR. Hawkeye was tagged meaning he wouldn’t be euthanized and after he was vetted he could be released. We hoped that he would be a good candidate for wheels and adoption. I’ll let you know that I’ve been to war twice, which has caused me emotional issues and feelings of detachment. There was always a possibility that I could come home in a box with a flag draped over it. However, when Hawkeye was brought out I cried. I cried because he symptoms didn’t occur to their level overnight. I got right in his face and told him I was sorry I hadn’t gotten there sooner. My heart was broken and I knew he was scared. I’ve asked myself several times “what kind of person surrenders their defenseless pet who can no longer walk, control their bodily functions or protect themselves?” I’ve had people comment that I don’t know the reasons and I shouldn’t judge. I’ve tossed it around and honestly I cannot fathom any reason. Not a single reason for “Jerik” to abandon Hawkeye. He’s a pathetic selfish individual who should never be allowed to own animals PERIOD. Degenerative Myelopathy is an ugly progressive disorder that affects Boxers and several other breeds. My knowledge had been very limited until Hawkeye. After doing my own research and consulting with RCBR it was evident that this sweet boy’s symptoms were too far advanced. There was nothing we could do besides keep him comfortable and spoil him. Hawkeye spent his final days surrounded by my family who showed him lots of love. He had fluffy clean blankets, pillows, and a changing station to help him avoid laying in his own waste. He wore super hero underwear over his diaper to match his super hero blanket. He had a warm bath and enjoyed laying in the sunlight shining through the windows. He also enjoyed laying on the couch where he could look out huge windows and watch the squirrels race from tree to tree. He ate chicken, steak, shrimp, and cheeseburgers. I’m pretty sure his favorite was cheeseburgers! On his final day he spent time in the grass and he was smelling the air. It’s unfortunate he couldn’t be with us longer but I’m happy knowing he didn’t pass in the shelter alone. He passed with a belly full of cheeseburger, and I was there to hold his paw as he crossed over the rainbow bridge. I imagine he was walking, running, and being greeted by our boys who have passed on over the years.

Lacey
Lacey ~ my RCBR story Hi, my name is Lacey. I came into rescue with my bonded sister, Dottie. I was 12 years old and had chronic health issues. How I ended up with RCBR is a sad story. Our owner loved us very much but got cancer and had a heart attack. So he did what he thought was best and took us to our vet office to be euthanized because his family was unable to care for us. The vet's office felt we still had some years in us so they contacted RCBR to see if they could take us. Of course they said yes, but we had to wait at the vet office until a foster home became available. Well, as luch would have it, a foster home asked for a second dog, but Stacy moved her and we got to go stay the McMurry/Kyllo home. To get from Georgia where we lived, to Minnesota, we got a ride from Doug and his son at a truck stop for our 2-day journey north. I was with my foster family a month and then they made a hard decision to let me cross the Rainbow Bridge. My health was declining - my breathing became very labored - I couldn't catch my breath. I crossed with my foster mom and Stacy loving me. ~Lacey Crossed the Rainbow Bridge 7/15/2023