I know the game we’re playing, I know how it ends, and yet I still play it.

Every now and then my boyfriend will shed my Chihuahua of her upstanding dog clothes – her collar – just because.

Tomorrow is National Black Cat Appreciation Day, and surely I ought to take a moment to appreciate my own black cat, Cairo.

​Once again, I have decided to unroll my yoga mat and attempt to bend myself into peculiar shapes. This comes with several challenges.

​I knew last year that one of my family dogs, Sparkle, had cancer when I wrote her a blog post that celebrated her 12th year with us.

A week or so ago, I took Cairo to the vet after was exhibiting some symptoms of a possible illness.

​I don’t think my cat is feeling his best.

​I remember when I first met Smidge, she had a blueish eye.