About Bishop's Boxers

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We are a boxer-loving family that recently retired from military life and relocated to the Chicago suburbs. Our love for the breed began back in 1987 with our first boxer in Minnesota. Although he wasn't the most beautiful boxer, Chesty became extremely well-trained. Unfortunately, in 1998, he got cancer and we had to put him down when he was nearly 11.

Knowing that we didn't want to experience life without Boxers, we had a new puppy waiting to be shipped from Crossroad Boxers in California to Minneapolis, Minnesota. We gave this striking 8-month old fawn male the name of Bishop. Little did we realize that he would be the beginning of our own kennel, Bishop's Boxers.

Bishop participated in many dog shows while we had time in graduate school, but then came children and active duty military life. Having the desire to have a puppy from Bishop and the determination to uphold and improve the standard of the boxer breed, we bred Bishop and got our first female, Lady, in February of 2005. Lady produced two wonderful litters of puppies with Telstar's Dixieland Band (Bandit). Telstar Boxers continue to be a large part of our pedigrees. We lost Lady in August 2015 to Cushing's disease. It never gets any easier.

We kept one female puppy from Lady's first litter, Eve. And from one of Eve's litters, we kept Latte, a classic fawn female. We update our blog regularly, so be sure to check back here or on our Facebook page for the most current information.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

When the Tail Stops Wagging



There is a time in every pet owner's life that they must make that difficult decision for their beloved pet: "Is it the right time to take her out of her pain and suffering and put her down, or should we wait a little longer?"  We were faced with that decision this week.  Although we knew our time was coming to a close in the next few months, Lady was obviously not doing well, and the progression of Cushing's disease was clear. She continued to lose weight and was tired and getting weaker by the day.  She started stumbling as she walked outside to potty. She had lost most of her hair and was cold and shivering. She seemed as though she was doing deaf. She had skin infections down her back and on her belly that continued to spread and would not heal with antibiotics. She stopped eating, and her usual panic for water (as is the case with Cushing's) had subsided and was now barely drinking.

We continued to monitor her this week, but it was clear that it would be best for her. She certainly wasn't happy and didn't feel well. We knew that it would continue to get worse. So we decided that we would take her in on Thursday. We spent Wednesday loving her and lying with her on her bed.  Thursday was a hard morning. I woke up crying, knowing she would be not be returning home from this trip to the vet.  The two strong men of the family drove her to the vet.  I wouldn't be able to handle it. From what it sounds like, it was just as much or even more torturous as saying goodbye in the driveway.  She gave my husband a final look as if to say, "Am I going to be okay?"  He just held her and wept as she drifted off peacefully.

We are doing ok now, and are thankful for our other two Boxers that we can love. But Lady, as well as Bishop and Chesty, who have gone on before her, will always have a place in our hearts--always. We will cherish the memories we have of her.

So people often ask us, "How do you know it is the 'right' time?"

You'll know...it's when the tail stops wagging.


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Our first boxer Chesty. He wasn't the most beautiful boxer, but certainly well-loved!

Bishop at 9 months

Bishop about 1 year

Our last picture with Bishop (July 2008)

Lady