Lola was trembling. Something must have spooked her As she raced downstairs, my excited daughter Madelaine’s face lit up.
‘A puppy!’ she squealed, delighted.
Lola, a little 8-week-old poodle-spaniel, sat by the tree, tail wagging.
It was Christmas 2011, and Madelaine, then 7, had begged me and her dad, Gavin, 30, for a dog.
‘Merry Christmas, sweetheart,’ I beamed.
Lola was gorgeous. A friendly fluffy, white ball of fur, with big brown eyes.
Best pals, Lola followed Madelaine everywhere.
Our son Harry, 3, loved her, too, and she soon became part of the family.
And, in April 2014, Lola joined us all for a weekend camping in Whitby, North Yorkshire.
My mum and dad – Lynn, 48, and Mark, 50 – joined us, along with my sister, Lisa, 28.
We…
