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My Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Lucy, 7, hasn’t always looked like a model mutt. In February 2013, I discovered her on a rescue centre website and learned she’d survived appalling conditions, having been bred for profit on a puppy farm.
Skin and bone, just 8lb – about half what she should be – Lucy was covered in bald patches, and was nearly blind in her left eye.
I had two dogs already – a Lhasa Apso, Daisy, then 4, and a