A letter to... my big-hearted dad

For years I didn’t know why he was slipping away. Now I do, I’m fighting back

Three women share sweet bonds with their support dogs

I’D just let Joey, my young Labrador, off the lead when I saw Spike for the first time. It was early; the grass was drenched in dew and there were few people about. He was a powerful-looking man stand

When I needed him most, Dad was there to guide me.

To the joggers, dog walkers and pram pushers, we must have been a familiar sight. Even the seagulls who cruised the sky scanning for any discarded sandwich crusts and fish and chip wrappers seemed to

B efore you came into my world, I ...