Climate Change killed my dog. And Dr. Michael Mosley.

Why don't we say so?

Brisket wasn’t moving. Our French Bulldog earned his name because he presented as a big slab of meat that won’t be rushed, so not that unusual. But he also wasn’t eating. That was unheard of.

In fact, eating things he shouldn’t was a passion - and right before we’d left him and our cockapoo with my stepson as we headed for France he’d jumped on a table …