For some, every day is a special day to sip a tot of good fine whisky such as the likes of Glayva.
Though for two people, her human parents, this particular day a while back was done in honour of a much-beloved dog called Glayva. Who will no longer roam the North Yorkshire villages or dales as she is now at peace. She lived to the grand old age of 13, her life filled with love and adventure. Her home buzzing with the excitement of life and business.
We had the privilege of spending time with this beautiful soul as we were her carers for a short while in 2016 as her human parents went off sailing for some much-needed relaxation. Though the Squire and I thought we got the better deal as we had Glayva and her sister from a different mother [Piccolo the cat] to keep us company.
Together we explored around the village where they all lived. Oh, and did we explore! She took us for some lovely walks. Sometimes it was just Glayva and me, and we would head to through a beautiful wooded area to where
we I could admire the buildings and gardens, and Glayva took this opportunity for a quick snooze before it was time to turn around and head back home.
On a bright clear day, the lawns needed mowing which is all part and parcel of housesitting. Glayva would happily take her place beside the Squire as I finished this chore. Then, of course, that quintessential item would be placed on the lawn to complete the outside scene. This was an honour as she had a motherly instinct with these beloved stuffed toys.
Here’s to your human parents finding little tuffs of fluff, a hydrangea flower proudly blooming under the tree where you now rest. Hoping that these moments will bring a smile to their faces as they remember the happy times, which are bountiful.