Bouncing around my living room, Eva, my new black Labrador pup, wagged her tail furiously.
‘She looks about to take off,’ my eldest, Gemma, then 17, laughed.
It was September 2013 and Eva was my new guide dog.
I’d been born with coloboma, a condition where my eyes hadn’t developed properly in the womb.
I had a small window of vision, like looking 4 through a keyhole.
Could just make out large objects, some colours.
I’d always managed.
Gemma, and my other daughter, Penny, then
