Besties for life

Louise Brinton-Clarke had lost all hope until a standoffish tabby cat sauntered into her life

Our Antonella tells it how it is

I’VE never met anyone who writes letters before. Not with actual pen and writing paper.” From the way Abbie is looking at me, anyone could be forgiven for thinking I am in the middle of some complicat

Our Antonella tells it how it is

IT’S high summer, my birthday, and Tom has marched me out to my front garden, telling me to keep my eyes closed. Tom’s young son, Ethan, and his pal, Kyle, follow us out. “Open your eyes!” Tom orders.

I was waiting to meet a very special person, but losing one too