Lennox was born November 4th 2002. He passed away March 31, 2009...Lennox was the best friend a guy could have! I will always remember him and the many, many people he touched along the way! Lennox, you are greatly missed buddy! I Love You! your best friend, Ryan

(4.2.09) I was brought into rescue with no one knowing the history of my life. At some point I had been badly broken, most likely hit by a car and never taken to a veterinarian to help me heal. In the process of my pelvis and leg being broken, nerves were damaged. Because the breaks were not repaired, constant pressure was applied to the damaged nerves leaving me with inability to sit, walk, or relieve myself, properly... Or without pain. Even the kind doctor who wanted to help me said it would be more humane to let me go. Think of me when your dog dashes out the front door, or has a half completed hole under the fence. Let my brief stay in this world have an impact on how you handle your own dogs. I should have been loved and guarded with vigilance. My life was important. ~ From Lola, with Love

(4.30.09) Sweet little Mia. She came into rescue a sick little girl. Somewhere along the way, she had not been cared for properly and her little body just could not keep going.

(10.3.09) Mocha was truly an amazing little boxer. She was the second boxer to be rescued by Houston Boxer Rescue in August 2008. Within a month of her arrival from the SPCA, Mocha became acutely ill. HBR quickly learned she was functioning with a single kidney. After sorting out a treatment plan Mocha was coping well with her kidney disease, although she remained a 'Special Needs' girl with much uncertainty surrounding her longevity. Determined not to give up on Mocha, her foster mother and the HBR volunteers never stopped searching for a forever home. Nine months later in May of 2009, Catherine Lavery and Aly Dossa heard Mocha’s story and swiftly decided to adopt her. Over the next four months, they provided the best life Mocha could ever hope to have. Their weekends were spent doing the things she enjoyed - hanging out on the sofa together, taking walks, having Mocha supervise her parents in whatever task they had undertaken, digging in the back yard, and especially listening for the can opener! Sadly, Mocha's wonderful new life was cut short. She was given only a few months to bask in the love and devotion her new parents showered upon her. Mocha crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on October 3, 2009. In a touching email, Mocha’s mom wrote the following words about her: “Mocha had so many friends. She asked so little of us - just wanted us to love her. But she brought so much to us - because of Mocha we met a lot of our neighbors. I can't think of a walk where someone didn't come up to us and tell us how beautiful Mocha was. Many of the other "regulars" on the walking circuit knew her name (we were only Mocha's mom and dad). And she was such a tough girl. She never gave up. Aly and I felt that we were always on the verge of getting her completely healthy. She had 2-3 weeks where she was exuberant and full of life. We miss seeing her happy little face in the mornings, when we come home, sitting on her couch, and all day long.” Mocha will also be greatly missed by Bruce and Darlene Clark (foster parents), and the HBR volunteers who were pulling for her. Thank you Catherine and Aly, for giving Mocha the life she so richly deserved!

(10.23.09) "Sydney joined my family in January of 2003 when she was a year and a half old. I adopted her through River City (San Antonio) Boxer rescue. My parents had just lost our family boxer and were looking for another one to take in. However, they got a puppy before they knew that I had found Sydney. When I heard that news, I knew that Sydney was not meant to go live with my parents, she was meant to come home with me. She immediately became my best friend and offered a shoulder to cry on more than once. A year later Spike, our Boston Terrier, joined the family and became the man of the house and Sydney's very best canine friend. When we married Tim (because he knew he married all of us, not just me), Sydney loved us all but immediately became Daddy's girl! During her fight with cancer when she had the hardest nights, she would sleep by his side of the bed so he could reach down and comfort her. It would take forever to share all the great stories, tell how much we loved Syd and what an integral part of the family she was. My best girl friend and confidante, Tim's "little girl", and Spike's forever buddy. She lost her battle with cancer at 8 years old in October 2009. We will miss and love her forever. We look forward to the day we cross the Rainbow Bridge with her and will hold her in our hearts until then. We love you little girl." ---Tim, Rachel, and Spike Browne