I said goodbye to my Lucy Monday. She was 15 years old and a wonderful friend. She came to me battered and bruised and spent the first six weeks I had her recovering physically from what had been done to her at the vets. It took some time, patience and love, but once she decided I was hers, she was as faithful and true as a dog can be. Every afternoon she was waiting for me at the back gate when I came home from work and she was always happy to see me and full of kisses and wags and rubs.
She will be missed.