This is the story of how I came to love the boxer breed.

Back in 1992, my boyfriend, at the time, had found a white boxer out in the coutry. She was a beautiful dog, but I wasn't sure what breed she was, even though I had worked in a kennel, I had never seen a dog like her before. She had a brown patch over one eye, and a small brown spot on the back of her neck, but other than that, she was pure white. The first time I met her, she was in the front seat of my boyfriend's truck, along with his son. She seemed so comfortable sitting there between these total strangers. She didn't appear frightened at all, and so sweet and kind. Immediately, she became a member of the family as we all came to love her dearly. He named her Gypsy, probably because he found her roaming about. She was a very well behaved dog from the very start. She appeared to be about 1-2 years old, and in very good shape. I guess we didn't have the heart to try and find her previous owners. She fit in so well.

Well, in the winter of 1993, my boyfriend and I split up and I moved out. I missed Gypsy terribly, though I moved only 6 blocks away, it was not a very amicable split, so I doubted I would ever see Gypsy again.

So, I settled into my little house with my 3 children. Well, 5 months later, my boyfriend and I made up and he moved in with me, bringing Gypsy with him! I was so happy to have her back. So happy, that a month later I decided I wanted a boxer of my own...just in case. So began my search for Jasmine. She was my birthday present to myself. She was about 7 weeks old when I brought her home. So small she was, but the most adorable thing I had ever seen! I bought her a crate to sleep in at night, but she didn't like it. She whined and whined keeping the whole house awake. So I brought her into the bed with me, and that was where she slept all night long until she was about 6 months old. I was so happy to have her, especially when my boyfriend and I split up for the second time, this time for good.

I moved again, this time about 70 miles away. I knew I would NEVER see Gypsy after that, so I was grateful to have my Jasmine. I wish I had a picture to put here for you to see her. I will do my best to do that for you so you can appreciate her as I did...Gypsy too. The reason I say "did" is because I no longer have my Jasmine.

Last year, I was out of town and left my room-mate in charge of Jasmine. I told him that if he needed anything for her (he didn't have a car) he could call my girlfriend and she would take him to get her whatever she needed. Well, when I came home, there was Jasmine, but she was so thin and eaten up by flies, that when the dog catcher came by and saw her in the front yard (I put her there so that the huge amount of flies that had gathered in the back of the house would not bother her), he took her. I was not around at the time that the dog catcher came or I would have never let him take her. When I finally got around to calling the pound, they wouldn't tell where she was, whether she had been put to sleep already or adopted out. That is my story of Jasmine. I miss her terribly and hope to get a boxer as loving and gentle as she was. We are living in an apartment now, but as soon as we get a house, I will find another one. It won't be Jasmine, but I will love it as I did Jasmine. Jasmine, wherever you are...I love you!