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I bought Lizzie as a puppy, a while before I met Andrew. She is my first dog and although I was excited to bring her home I was also very aware of the commitment and responsibility of having a pet. I desperately wanted to do my best to look after her. Our family has kept dogs for as long as I can remember and it was my Mum who advised that I set up an insurance policy. I arranged for it immediately - the monthly premium was a relatively small amount of money and I figured it was the grown-up and responsible thing to do.
After her first season (yuck) Lizzie became very ill. She was only about six months old and had been completely healthy up until then. I was scared. I whisked her to the vet where she had an emergency operation to remove her reproductive organs - she had developed a serious infection and, I am told, could have died. It was a horrible time for me and would have been made even worse if I had been forced to find the £800 for the vet bill. I told Andrew this story the first time he queried whether we really needed pet insurance - Lizzie seems quite healthy after all, he said. I haven't needed to explain it again - he gets it and the insurance remains firmly on our essentials list. I cannot recommend it enough.
