This is Lucy with my wife, Louise, on our wedding day on the 15th of August 1987.

Lucy is no longer with us, but lived until she was nearly eighteen years old.

For the whole of her life she wanted nothing but to be with Louise, following her round like a shadow.

When Louise cried, Lucy would climb into her lap and lick away the tears.

She had one unusual hobby for a dog: she liked climbing trees. Her favourite was at Westonbirt Arboretum.
It had a branch that struck out horizontally for about three feet, about four feet above the ground, and Lucy loved the challenge of leaping up onto it.
Of course, once up there it made the perfect platform for licking our faces!