Flagging a taxi, I was looking forward to getting home after a long day.
At the end of 2019, I was living in Qatar with my husband Dan, now 44, and daughter Darcy, now 11.
And as we drove through the desert, something caught my eye from the backseat.
There were a couple of stray dogs running around by a nearby construction site.
Through the window, I could see they had collars on, but there was no owner in sight.
Craning my neck as we drove past, I was desperate to see if someone was there and responsible for them.
But then I quickly realised that
