Welcome to Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue

George
Georgie was my COVID foster. When the shutdown happened I knew I would have the time on my hands and our house was feeling a bit empty. Georgie came to us just out of a tumor surgery and heartworm positive. He showed lots of boxer spunk and personality. Georgie was adopted out in May. Fast forward a few months and I was notified that Georgie was being returned to the rescue. I knew right away he was meant to come back home. It’s always hard letting a foster go but the drive home after dropping Georgie off was by far the hardest one yet. Bringing Georgie home the second time felt like he had never left. Georgie was by my side when we lost Jake. He helped me pick up the pieces. The last 9 months of his life were not the easiest. He had lost function in his hind end. He found a second spark once he learned how to use his borrowed wheelchair. But towards the end his pride and dignity slowly faded. In the end, he passed very quickly. Which tells my heart that he knew and was ready to embrace it. He is free from discomfort and pain. He gets to run around and play with his brothers on the other side of the bridge. My sister sent me this message and I think it holds true for this exact moment: “You know, I got to thinking about it and an animal's death means more to people than to the animal. Animals don’t understand death, so they don’t fear it like humans do. To animals, they are just alive. They know no death. They are there and then they are not. So they are going to go “out” feeling the same way about you as they did from day 1 and every day after. There’s no fear, sadness, remorse, nothing for them. So you may feel bad because you’re losing him, but he will not be fearing death, or sad because he’s dying, or pain from something you’ve done. “ #georgieporgie

Bootsie Lee
Bootsie Lee honored me with her presence for 1-1/2 years. Before coming into Rescue, she spent her entire life living year-round in a barn in Michigan, along with her male Boxer 'mate' and 3 of their sons, having puppies year-after-year. No way for any dog to live.....especially in the often brutal Michigan winters and hot, bug-filled summers. Bootsie, 'Booter', 'Boots McGroots' fit in with my girls immediately, like she had been with us forever. She LOVED her plush stuffed 'babies' and frequently had 10-12 in her 'room', I mean kennel, carrying one up the stairs to bed every night. Bootsie had spunk; was a lover and cuddler with the absolutely sweetest face that mirrored her personality. Unfortunately, she came in diagnosed with Spondylosis, a spine disease that ultimately affects the use of the back legs and is usually painful. The disease progressed. Her back legs would go every which way and her back feet would knuckle under, causing her legs to go really wonky. Eventually, she could no longer stand for any length of time before her back end would shrink down to a sitting position - even when eating/drinking. The last 2 weeks, when she would squat to potty, she ended up falling on her backside and really struggled to get up. The time finally came when her spirit was willing but her body.....not so much. I knew it was time to lift her up to the Rainbow Bridge where she could be pain-free. Bootsie lived to be approx. 11-1/2 yrs old. 1-1/2 years is not nearly enough time to give her the love she should have had her entire life. But oh how she was loved for those 18 months; how she touched the hearts of everyone who helped transport her, overnight her and care for her along the way into Rescue. I am beyond grateful for every second of those 18 months. Every one of my dogs at the Rainbow Bridge has taken a piece of my heart with them. The piece they take leaves room in my heart to help another. ~ Duraye

Mayhem
Mayhem has passed on to a better place. We were so blessed to have this amazing boy for 20 months. He loved everyone and wanted nothing more than to be petted, well….and fed. He just wanted to be with his people. Whether it be hanging out in the office during the week, watching tv at night or on the boat in the summer. He was sent off with a cheeseburger and a little bit of cheesecake, his favorites. In the end, DM was too much for him. He lost the use of his back legs and at 100#, it was very hard on him (in addition to having arthritis). Mayhem put up a good fight for a year. We are grateful we called Blue Skies Pet to send him off peacefully and stress free at home.

Honey
Honey passed 3/18/2022 Heaven gained a new angel March 18, when we lost our beloved Honey. It was tough to see her health decline her last few weeks. Honey was adopted from Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue in Sept of 2020. When we picked her up, she jumped in our truck, just like she had been with us for years. She moved right in to our home and our hearts. Despite the neglect, and possible abuse, she experienced before her rescue, she was always sweet…unless you were a squeaky pig. At home, we have been exchanging pictures and videos we had each collected of her on our phones. These photos and videos of our sweet, funny and loving girl have helped us through our loss. We miss her dearly.

Ritz
Ritzy Roo: About 2 years ago, RCBR showed me photos of three very neglected Boxers who were coming into rescue and asked if I was interested in any of them. I don't think I was ever asked before nor did I ever pick one before, but this guy's face was just the most broken looking boy, and I knew it was him that should come to my house! On transport, his breath was the worst of the worst (later our vet said he has never seen such an awful mouth) and drove with the windows down just to be able to breathe! The poor guy had heartworms, whipworms, hookworms, severely emaciated…. just for starters. Went through the process of taking care of his heartworms. I still felt so bad because his mouth had to hurt something terrible, so after being heartworm free, we got that fixed as well. This boy was such a lover of life! He loved to chase everything - every leaf, every bag, every squirrel and chipmunk and anything that would possibly mov.! He had me down flat more than once! Sadly he developed a bad case of separation anxiety. Thankfully after about 3-4 months, Ritz realized we weren’t leaving him and began to get better. After all he must have been through, I felt so badly for him! Being the true Boxer he was, Ritz made us laugh time and time again. He made me get moving in the morning! Ritz made it to nearly two years of the good life but little did I know when I came home from my vacation, it would be his time. I'm so grateful for the time we had with Ritzy Roo! ~ Mary