Moggie medicine

After suffering unimaginable loss, some feathery friends helped me to heal.

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

An archaeological romp through our relationship with our feline friends

I’ll fight for his cause like a dog with a bone

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t

Cathy’s weight meant she was struggling to breathe in her sleep. Now she’s breathless for another reason…