When I was seven, eight, I can’t remember exactly, my fish Bubbles died. He was my first pet – at … More
Tag: grief
One for my dog.
When I was 13 I was awkward. I spent all my evenings after school writing medical drama fan fiction, eating … More
Long-distance friendships and coming home.
A tortoise right now, in all its hibernating glory, is probably still aware deep in its cosy coma that there … More
Goodness, grief, and getting back up again.
Heartbreak is a funny thing. For a long time I’ve thought I’ve known what it is. That bit in The … More
Emma Pritchard 