Peter Pan’s Nana to our children, guarding and caring. Joining us on our Spanish adventure, learning the culture and language.
Flushing out a wild boar, seeing off burglars, waiting everyday with our son for the school bus, then trotting home.
Endless romps over hill and vale, the warm wind through her fur as she savoured the sights and smells around her.
How can we be sad at memories of such a happy eventful life?