So much love to give

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

I was grieving when a face from the past appeared. But was it too late for me to find happiness again?

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called

These abused pets got their furry-tail endings

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

How love at first sniff led to holy muttrimony at my doggy daycare