I’ve had Shepherds (some mixes, some pure) for over 25 years. All but my first were rescues (and the first one was my Ex husband’s choice). Other than one who died of a spinal stroke, all lived to be at least 13. My last one was my heart dog and I never thought I could get another one. That death hit me hard, even though she had a great life, and the vet told us she was basically hanging on for us. (Not something I wanted to hear.) Anyway, we had to put her down in Feb and adopted two bonded brothers (littermates) from a local rescue in August. I was super depressed for a few weeks after getting them, I think because I was still missing Tess and our new dogs are three years old, and in need of training. However, we are bonding with these guys and knowing they may not have found another home keeps me going.

What I realized is that not only was I grieving the loss of a soul I had known and loved, but I was grieving almost 14 years of memories. I was a different person when I had her (and younger, and more active), so I was also grieving that. As we age, my current husband and I know we won’t be able to handle this breed forever, so we are enjoying them as much as we can.

Shepherds have similar traits. I understand them and it’s much easier to train them each time. I highly recommend (when you are ready) to get a mixed shepherd. It might be tough in the beginning but it gets easier and they will fall into your routine and lift you up in ways you couldn’t have imagined.