Welcome to Rejection Collection Boxer Rescue

Deuce
If love, patience, and training could have erased the seven years of your previous life, you would still be here. Too much damage had already been done and the triggers were everywhere. You were such a good boy when you were well and you knew you were safe. But the demons would come back at any given time and set you up for failure. The seizures started and your brain just did not work correctly after that. Deuce, you were loved.... oh so loved. Play at the Bridge with all your friends and have fun.

Diamond
"Our sweet and sassy Diamond (D-man) had degenerative myelopathy, which is a terrible disease that eventually cripples the dog. We knew our time with him would be limited when we adopted him, but we couldn’t turn down that adorable Boxer face! He was probably the spunkiest Boxer we’ve ever had even with his disease. We loved every second of our time with him. We hope you’re running free again, Diamond! Love you, buddy!"

Diesel/Goof
GOOF (fka Diesel) Bio: Goof was the sweetest dog I have ever owned, I adopted him and found out shortly after that I was pregnant. We spent 2020 on walks and hikes through the woods near our house in Connecticut and on a road trip to Utah to visit my family. If you asked if he wanted to go for a walk, you had to be ready. Even walking near or touching the leash would result in "boings," he would leap straight up int the air and continue with as many high jumps as he could (record of 8 in a row). Goof was never far away, he followed me everywhere. We ran every errand together, snuggled, cooked together, ran, walk, and played. When the baby came he was so eager to be the "big brother, " he was so gently and loving. He spent the long nights awake with me and the baby, participated readily in "tummy time" and seemed very happy to be a part of a family that loved and wanted him. We took him on many trips in the northeast so he could see the world and expand his horizons beyond the broken down car he lived in while in Ohio. He loved the ocean, sleeping outside during a nice sunset or fall day with a light breeze, and car rides. His favorite food was freshly grilled steak and the Babybel cheese in the red wax. He hated his nails done and it cost 1/4 of a Babybel cheese per nail in the beginning. lol. I loved walking Goof, i loved that he was happy, even when he started needing his wheelchair. I would carry him around the house and he was a big rag doll, happy to just go limp and let me care for him. Everyone loved Goof, he was a regular at the local coffee shop. He declined the milk bone but liked the whipped cream. He came to work with me and snoozed by my desk and accepted scratches from all the employees. It's hard to write this bio and express everything Goof truly was, there is just such a big hole in my heart and life right now. Why he passed: Goof was a pretty happy and healthy boy when we adopted him, he gained weight and was very active for about 2 years. He became progressively weaker in the rear legs and after some testing we realized he had DM. I wanted to give him the best prognosis possible so we did physical therapy and laser therapy for another 6 months until it was apparent he was losing the ability to walk without assistance. We got him his wheelchair and continued our 2 walks a day plus his therapies. His favorite thing in life was going on walks and I was going to make sure that part of his life never changed. He did really well for another 12 months in the wheelchair but he began losing weight rapidly. (10 pounds in 2 months), all his testing (bloodwork, ultrasound, x-rays) were all normal). His appetite was finicky but he was hand fed all his meals for over a year and would eat if you sat with him and fed him. As you probably know, with the loss of his legs he was fecal and urinary incontinent and needed bladder expression 4-6 times a day. He got frequent bladder infections the last 3 months which I managed but towards the end I could not control it, cultures showed resistance to most antibiotics. It was hard medicating him because then the medicine upset his stomach and he wouldn't eat. I gave him up to 2-4 baths a day to keep him fresh and clean, washed his beds (2) daily to keep them rotated. Goofs legs began to fail in the front and he was getting weaker and tired. I knew that this point that it was getting unfair and only a large amount of meds were keeping him comfortable. I reached out to Tracy (foster mom) and she made me feel like the hard choice I had been contemplating was right. She said, " The most loving choice we ever get to make is letting them go with dignity, knowing how much our heats will break. " My heat is broken but I could not be selfish, especially to such a selfless and kind friend. He passed peacefully, full of beef brisket and cheese, on 7/24/23

Dinah
Dinah was an old gal brought to RCBR in January, 2020. She had strength issues with her back legs and seizures that required daily meds. It was expected that she would be a permanent hospice foster. Then along came Dick and Jeanie, who were looking for a senior companion for their senior Lab. They wanted a hospice case. Dinah's back legs actually were doing so much better with regular walks that after meeting with Dick and Jeanie, it was decided to move her there. They adopted her on Apr 20th. Unfortunately, she passed away on January 18th. She absolutely loved their Lab, and you couldn’t separate the two. Jeanie just adored her little ‘pattycake' Dinah who loved going for walks with her new dad and cuddling with him at home. Jeanie really wanted to write a memorial but sadly their senior Lab is not doing so well without his buddy. Don’t worry….. Dinah will be waiting at the Bridge for you.

Domino
I saw a post saying there was an old Boxer at a high-kill shelter who was an owner surrender and she needed a foster. I quickly said yes! We planned the pick up, went and got Domino on Oct. 10, and brought her home. On the short trip home, she seemed to start to relax, I thought to myself, "she is going to be easy to rehome!" When we got home, she continued to get more comfortable. Unfortunately, the more she relaxed the more she showed her sickness. After spending the night and the following day with Domino, we soon realized she had severe neurological issues. After talking to multiple RCBR members, and my trusted veterinarian, we decided we owed it to her to let her cross the Rainbow Bridge so she could be free from pain again. Even though we only had Domino a couple of days, she took a little piece of me with her. Thank you RCBR for not letting Domino die just a number. She crossed in my arms knowing she was cared for and loved. RIP Domino October 11, 2021 P.S. - Coming home to an empty kennel was terribly hard