I am not someone who often gets emotional but I was left all teary eyed when I heard about the death of my dog Lucy. She was twelve years old and had been ailing for sometime. We all considered Lucy to be a dear member of our family and her death left a deep void in our house. She helped once helped save my sisters life when she had a bout of epilepsy in our family pool. I was in the kitchen then and the dog came running in and kept tugging at my heels. I immediately knew something was wrong and followed after her. Her presence of mind helped me save my sister from drowning. My sister was most struck by her loss. She and Lucy had formed a strong bond over the years. That is a long way for someone who had earlier hated dogs.