I think I started loving German Shepherds when I was 3.
I grew up in Rome, Italy and my grandmother lived in Bordighera, a tiny town at the edge of the French border. A beautiful place for the very rich but we just stayed with grandma in her little apartment and enjoyed the beach for the summer months. Back then children were to be seen and not heard, it was pretty lonely.
Samson, her blonde GS, was my friend, so huge and kind and always under the kitchen table. He guarded my grandma who was losing her eyesight and never left his post but I could crawl under the table and cuddle with him anytime. He would clean me up for a bit, rearrange my hair and then we would sleep together or just be there enjoying each other’s company. I could hear his strong heart and his breathing would lull me to sleep.
I’ll never forget my giant friend, he took care of me when no one else would even notice my presence and I miss him to this day. I now have two best girlfriends. I find the same kind, loving eyes in all my rescued German Shepherds and I am grateful to GSNCR for being such an incredibly caring place.
Thank you for all you do…