Belle
My girl Belle was pulled from the game on July 29, 2009. In keeping with her personality she was defiant till the end, never accepting the bone cancer as being anything more than an annoyance. Coming to BSRR as a rescue after her owner was killed in a car wreck I was blessed to know her for over four years. Being Schutzhund trained she was dominant and aggressive yet lived to work and challenge all who handled her. Still it was this defiant personality that everyone loved and admired. She was my demo dog at several training seminars along with being my protector and friend. We miss you Belle and hope to see you again soon.

Outlaw
I never got the chance to find that perfect forever home, but if you read my story and come to see just how important those kind of homes are, or how much we all need groups like BSRR, my life will not have been in vain. I found out, at the end of my life, that through BSRR, all Rotts, young, old…. pure, mixed….docked, tailed…..all get a shot at a better life through rescue. Before I went to Rainbow Bridge, I was known as Outlaw, a senior dog that had quite a life, roaming neighborhoods, not knowing where my next meal would come from and getting picked up so frequently by Animal Control that they became my second home. That life was exciting in my younger days, but as I got older it became harder and harder to live that lifestyle. I was intact until I was 8 years old, with all the telltale scars to prove I had a “hard” life. I always felt older than my years, and it was because I didn’t have a stable home with a loving family to keep up on my medical care and all of my other needs. Toward the end I had a hard time walking, and roaming was just a distant memory……… My last stay with my “second family” (Animal Control) was bittersweet. The people I had come to love (they actually said they loved me too !) finally had the opportunity to see that I spent my last days in a place that would be comfortable and pleasant. Since I wasn’t claimed by my family this time, they called BSRR. In my lifetime I never experienced being a “priority” to anyone, so I was amazed that so many people were involved in getting me to my “permanent” foster home. BSRR sent someone out to play with me almost every day during the last week I was at Animal Control, then three people showed up to take me on the first leg of my journey. Troy, Denise and Pam were the nicest people, and I could tell they fell in love with me right away ! I rode many miles with Pam and Troy and came to rest for a couple of weeks with a guy who seems to live his life for dogs like me. He took me in and treated me like I was one of his own — thank you for that, Rich. I also ended up seeing Troy again, along with his friend Karen…. I’m told they were determined to share the responsibility of my care and offer me two homes — which is more than any dog could ask for….especially at my age. And, even though that plan didn’t work out, I just want them to know how much that meant to me. The next leg of my journey took me out of Montana and into Wyoming (this was to be my last long “roam”). Everyone I came in contact with kept saying that there was a lady in Wyoming with a soft spot for seniors and a soft bed for my tired 'ol body. Well, they were right !! My foster “angel”, Kathy, kept me by her side nearly every second for the last four months of my life…….worried about this, worried about that……..you just have to wonder why these folks at BSRR cared so much about an old dog like me, one who no one else would want to adopt (maybe it’s because they have hearts the size of Wyoming and Montana combined !) Whatever the reason, I was lucky to have such a wonderful foster home, with an angel watching over me all the rest of my days. Now don’t go gettin’ all choked up on me, I’m not trying to make you feel sorry for me. I really was one of the lucky ones - you and I both know that. What I do want you to do for me though, is to think about the responsibility you or someone you know will be taking on if you decide to adopt a pet. We’re the ones who run to greet you when you get home, who lie beside you when you’re sick, who love you no matter what kind of day you’re having……..yet some of us still end up alone and frightened at the end of our days here on earth. So, for our sake, please, be prepared for a lifetime commitment. Waiting at The Bridge, Outlaw

Bree
Bree was adopted from a shelter, and 4 years later, her owners dropped her off at that shelter to be euthanized. They told shelter staff that "she is getting slow and needs to be put down." BSRR was contacted by the shelter staff and asked to help. Bree was brought into BSRR and spent some happy time with 2 of our fosters, getting much love and losing excess weight. When she came to me, she was a much thinner girl with a bounce in her step. She enjoyed stealing her brother Rottie's toys and taking them into the crate to lay on. She was our "hoppy" girl - she hopped up the steps, and when she was in a happy mood, she was "hoppy". She loved to lie on her back and get belly rubs and play patty cake! She taught us all that age is just a number and even though she was almost 12 years old, she was a young at heart girl. We know that Bree will be stealing toys from all the other dogs at the bridge. We will all miss you "Hoppy Girl" - God speed Bree, until we meet again.

Cyrus
We did not rescue you, you rescued us. Your flame will burn eternally in our hearts. The joy you brought into our home and the bond we had will never pass away. You were a truly remarkable and resilient dog who's personality was priceless. Cyrus passed away on Friday September 4th, 2009. He was battling a serious rapid spinal degeneration that was leading to full paralysis. The medications to help give him freedom of movement (we hoped) took their toll and all we could hope for was one more day. When Cyrus was diagnosed the Vet gave him six weeks. He made it 3 months and for that we are grateful. Cyrus was the epitome of a Rottweiler whom showed his gratitude for a forever home. He loved people and animals and was well loved by all whom met him. He showed this community that the Rottweiler's negative reputation was simply how the dog was trained and cared for. He was able to educate many whom met him on the merits of Rottweiler Rescue as well as the wonderful and true nature of a well trained Rottweiler. His time with us was short, much to short. Yet, in that short time of 3 years he was given a home where he was loved and cared for and he returned the same to us a hundred fold. We miss him a great deal and our home and lives feel empty without him. He convinced us that it was our responsibility to do the same for another, to home another Rescue in need. We plan on adopting again, there are so many out there that need forever homes and with Cyrus we learned so much about how rapidly a dog can recover from a life of abuse and become an integral part of a family. GOOD BYE MY BUDDY, YOU MAY BE GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

Blaze
Blaze - Beloved boy that stole the hearts of his foster Mom, and his Forever Mom and Dad. You gave all your heart and soul to your humans. God speed Blaze, until we meet again. Your Mom Laura and Dad Richard.