A little Christmas Eve magic
Before we moved to France, Michel and I lived in a house a few steps away from the one I grew up in. My family was one whose roots ran deep. My grandfather, who...
Before we moved to France, Michel and I lived in a house a few steps away from the one I grew up in. My family was one whose roots ran deep. My grandfather, who...
How do we know when our decision not to pursue invasive or further treatment for our dogs is right? It’s a topic I’ve wanted to write on for a long while. But it’s not...
“Hi Janetta, would it be possible for us to have a chat on the phone please?” When I read Sandy’s message I lowered my eyes and knew. Sandy has never asked this before. Since...
Early yesterday my friend messaged with the news of her dog Alfie’s death in the early hours of the morning.
I credit Renae’s well adjusted approach to life to the early, happy years spent with canine friends like Rupert and Watson.
I swing between wishing to leave social media entirely and enjoying it’s better nature and the positives that it offers. This morning I’m reminded of one. Facebook Memories and the random photos it throws...
I first came to know about Megan in the summer of 2021. She was around 8 or 9 years old and had lived a life of neglect. When taken in by Friends of Rescue,...
Exactly three years on from Angel joining our home and eleven months since Renae dying and my sense of time is weird.
All the reading I do in the world won’t make pet loss any easier. But I’ll keep doing it for now as I find comfort in words and knowledge.
Albert Claude is way off in the distance, a dark grey blur against the frosted brightness of the winter field. I’m useless at judging distance but at a guess, he’s probably a hundred or...