A loud squeak echoed across the living room making me jump, spilling my tea. ‘Oh, Nala!’ I tutted, watching as my pooch swung her favourite teddy bear toy about.
I couldn't stay cross with her for long.
Watching her bound around the living room, playing happily, always made me smile.
It was October 2024 and we'd had Nala, our boxer, since she was 10 weeks old.
My husband Chris, then 41, and son Finn, 9, adored her as much as I did.
Even my older sons, Carl, 26, and Ben, 21, made a huge fuss when they visited.
And now, aged 5, we couldn't imagine life without her.
She was so loving, funny too.
One minute I'd be pinned to the sofa having cuddles.
The next she'd be flying off…