My family has always called Tom and Mary my dog-parents - they are part of the family I have made.

Saying goodbye to our beloved friend.

On 12 March, Norway shut down, like a polar bear going into hibernation.

Who wouldn't fall for a jumping and cavorting miniature wooden horse, with hooves clicking along to a Nordic dance tune?

My father has become a ghost town. Dementia turns one memory after another into abandoned buildings ...