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Roscoe

Roscoe came into rescue after his owner passed away. He had the best personality and loved car rides. He settled into our home without any problems. He loved all pack members, even the cats. Roscoe, with all his gumminess, was first in line for treats....soft only please. Although he would often put them in his mouth only to drop them to the floor and walk away.

I quietly prayed the dental would fix this while fearing it would not. He never let me out of his sight for more than a moment. If I left the room, he would get up from his bed and search for me. He would peek around each corner to find me. Once he laid eyes on me he would return to his soft bed with his squeaky reindeer and wait for me to reappear. After his dental we were hopeful he would begin to eat without any issues. Sadly, it was not the case.

There are things all the love and prayers just can't fix. I believe he was searching for "his person" and finally was reunited with him at the Rainbow Bridge. Roscoe was a loving and sweet soul. We will be planting an American Persimmon in his honor come spring.

Roscoe
Roscoe, my first foster with RCBR, arrived from Missouri on August 26, 2022. He was a sweetheart of an old man, a gentle giant with a lovely gray face. He loved his daily walks around the ponds in my neighborhood. The walks were slow, sometimes he would stop without an apparent reason. I thought he was looking for a good spirit. Roscoe made friends with everyone he met along the way. Unfortunately, Roscoe had a rather large anal “bump” that began to interfere with his business. The decision was made to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge on October 20, 2022. It was a very peaceful journey. Roscoe was everything I love about boxers. Tracy

Roscoe (RCBR Rocco)
It doesn't seem real, how can it be true, what just happened?!!!! This morning, our sweet, lovable joyus Roscoe died. It happened in minutes, there was nothing we could do but tell him how very much we loved him, how lucky we were to have him in our life, how grateful we were to him for his love and laughter that he brought into our life. Joel and Roscoe left for their walk. Minutes later, Joel was screaming for me that he thought Roscoe was dying. He carried him into the foyer and laid him down. We were both on the floor with him. Joel said they got one house away and Roscoe collapsed in the street. He tried to stand him up, but he couldn't, so he picked him up and came back home. For a second, I thought it was a seizure, but he was gasping for air, and his body was limp. He was gone in minutes. We are in shock, beyond devestated, and our hearts hurt so very much. We know he missed his sister, Lilly, and we have no doubt they are together once again. The holes left in our hearts are massive, the silence in this house is deafening, and the wish that we could wake from this nightmare of a day is real. Hug your pooches a little harder tonight, spend extra time with them, kiss them a few extra times, tell them how much you love them and why you are thankful you have them in your life and what a good boy or girl they are because you don't know when it will be the last time you get to do it.

Ross
"Our family is saddened to announce Ross, our big and loveable friend, passed away June 25th. It's certainly an understatement to say we were very shocked, given his rapid decline in health. We didn't have nearly enough time with him. We hoped to give him many more comfortable and happy years with us, in contrast to his rough start. This wasn't, of course, meant to be. We can take some consolation in knowing his 13 months with us were filled with love. Ross was always so stoic, a very gentle giant, even during his illness. He was extremely patient and kind with our children and always happy to see all who visited. We are very grateful for the time we were given with Ross. He was certainly our gentleman, rescued from Texas, who was destined to live always in our hearts. "

Ross
You could tell Ross had been through some pretty tough times when he arrived; his beautiful brindle coat and big-eyed bulldoggie face were wrapped around a cancer-filled, weakened body. He gobbled his food like he was making up for a lot of missed meals. But what a loving, trusting wiggle-butt boy. Mr. Ross, the Ross-man, Ross-a-roni was so gentle; loved getting out for his slow, wobbly walks, laying in the grass and getting pets from all he met that he would return with polite kisses. I'm so very grateful I got to spend a couple of weeks with him, getting to know his goofy ways, cuddling on the floor & sharing yummy treats. Thanks for letting me love you to the end, Ross-a-roni boy.