Toronto Blogger and Boxer lover JamieLeighTO writes about how her Boxer Moe came to be with her.
I had decided it was time to get my first dog and spent months researching which breed I wanted. Once I decided on the boxer breed - for their excited energy, size, and goofy personality - I looked into which rescue organization I would work with to get my own dog. I ended up connecting with a kind woman who runs a small boxer rescue outside of London, Ontario and answered questions about myself, my lifestyle, and my living situation. I was looking for a younger boxer (under 2 years), preferably male, and one that would get along with (read: not eat) my cat.
A few months later, the rescue called me to ask if I would be interested in fostering a dog who would be arriving the very next day. A dog had been found in a kill shelter in Ohio, dropped off with only a piece of rope as a collar. He was a scared, but gentle and friendly boxer who had obviously been well cared for before coming to the shelter. He was also scheduled to be euthanized the next morning. In an incredible rescue "Relay" (which was the name they ended up using on his vet records), the rescue got him vet checked and on route to London, Ontario in a matter of hours.
He arrived at my door the day after my 24th birthday. It wasn't easy at first - Moe was filled with worms, was incredibly underweight, and developed kennel cough within a day of arriving. We were both unsure of what to do until we slowly gained our confidence and trust in each other. And more importantly, it took 6 months of slow introductions and training for him to co-exist with the cat peacefully.
Now, you can find him snuggling with his feline friend any day of the week and indulging in the finer things of life in a forever home: sunny spots on the floor, frequent treats, and sometimes even permission to sleep under the blankets. I love my best friend, my co-pilot, my wiggle butt!