THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
Have You a Dog in Heaven?
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord,
and do you pat her head?
Does she sit up and beg each night
before she goes to bed?
Does she look up with shining eyes
when she sees your smiling face?
Does she wag her stubby little tail
when she wants to run a race?
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
'Cause my little boxer died today;
she'll be waiting at your door.
Please take her into Heaven, Lord
and keep her there for me.
Just feed her, pet her, love her, Lord;
That's all she'll ask of thee.
author unknown
Have You a Dog in Heaven?
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord,
and do you pat her head?
Does she sit up and beg each night
before she goes to bed?
Does she look up with shining eyes
when she sees your smiling face?
Does she wag her stubby little tail
when she wants to run a race?
Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
'Cause my little boxer died today;
she'll be waiting at your door.
Please take her into Heaven, Lord
and keep her there for me.
Just feed her, pet her, love her, Lord;
That's all she'll ask of thee.
author unknown
February 5, 1990 - December 21, 2000 She never wanted for a thing in life, but it became important to the one who loved her that no other Boxer should ever want in life either. Thus, BoxAR Rescue came into existance. Thank you, Penny, from all the one's who's lives have been and will be made better because you lived. I miss you, sweet girl!
PTS 6/28/10
Passed away 7/7/10 - He was very sick when he came to BoxAR and was not strong enough to survive. RIP Joey.
PTS 6/23/10 - Such a very sad story. Willy was surrendered (dumped!) at a kill shelter in Athens, Georgia. He was labeled # 30579. He was given a date when he had to be out of that shelter or he would die. Rescue workers from several different states worked together, trying to find a place for Willy, but rescues and foster homes were FULL of others with similar stories, and sadly, Willy's time ran out. He was put to sleep (euthanized, put down . . . call it what you want; Willy was killed). Multiply Willy's sad story by MILLIONS and then consider the waste of life. Willy did not deserve to die. It wasn't his fault that he was unwanted and he didn't choose to be dumped like that. R.I.P. Willy. We'll see you in Heaven.
April 2002 - June 6, 2010 - "Bocca Del Perro" - I think this means "mouth of the dog" in Spanish. Little Dog came to me in the mouth of a white, deaf Boxer. You see, Little Dog was brought to a farm door in Redfield, Arkansas in the tender mouth of Rip, or as we loved to call him, Milky. (My fav comedy is me, myself & Irene - hence, Milky). She was a teeny, tiny puppy. We never knew if Little Dog was found by Milky dumped on the side of the road or whether he stole her from somewhere. She loved to sleep in the clothes basket and kept this habit up until the day she died. We tried to call her Bocca, Brownie, whatever . . . she was always Little Dog. Little Dog was the softest dog in the world; better than a mink, even! Little was my constant companion and lap dog. She would put her nose on my calf and take every step I took. Little was my Goobie Doobie Doo, I love you dog! She burrowed under the covers and slept by my feet every night. Little Dog loved going to the lake; she would do her Goobie Doobie Doo dance whenever she knew we were going! I lost Little Dog tragically and way too soon. I miss her tremendously and will continue to do so. Please help me remember her wonderful spirit and loving ways.