Oakley
Oakley, saved from a shelter and adopted from BSRR. You were surrendered to us again for questionable reasons. We learned that you had advanced throat cancer that was inoperable. You were sent to the Bridge while in the loving arms of our BSRR Angel - Kathy. You touched many lives of those of us with BSRR. God speed dear Oakley and know that the love you finally felt your last days is the best that any dog could ever have.

Odin
Odin, you came to us when it was near time to let go of another great Rottie, Ceasar. You only had a short time with him but you learned so much. You have brought so much joy to us that letting you go is so very difficult. You were too young to leave us but we know you are with all of the other Rotties we have loved. You have a new pack now Odin, we will see you again. We love you. Thank you BSRR, Wendy Troutman Cheyenne, Wyoming

Otto
Otto was a loyal and loving companion to Peter Mead for 12 years. Otto was fortunate enough to be with his person longer than most of our wonderfull Rottweilers. We wish Otto a safe journey to the Rainbow Bridge and know he will be missed here on earth.

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

Oz
He was a one of a kind Rottie who was not only a fantastic competitor but a wonderful family member. He loved to work and he is sorely missed. He was born May 25, 1993 and died July 24, 2000.