How incredibly sweet. Come to think of it, our redoubtable Louie, a French poodle has such a story of travel and quarantine. From La Paz, Bolivia to Washington, Dallas airport in April 1968. Martin Luther King had just been shot and there were riots in the streets. Louie, in his crate, was lost in transit for 3 days. I’ll have to get on that story…
You certainly will! That must have been very worrying. And thanks for regularly responding so quickly. It’s always reassuring that a post didn’t go into a black hole.
Nibbles was certainly a well travelled cat! Our family cat endured a few moves. Only one entailed an aeroplane and that was only an hours flight within the same country - Auckland to Wellington - which she didn't like at all. The others were just changes of house within Wellington, including a move with our daughter when she left home. A short time later, she went missing for about 3 months, probably trying to get home across the city to the family home. She turned up eventually at the SPCA with a deep gash under her left front leg where she had got her leg stuck in her collar and torn her leg open trying to get free. She came back home after that and I never put a collar on her again. She eventually died of old age - aged 18.
How incredibly sweet. Come to think of it, our redoubtable Louie, a French poodle has such a story of travel and quarantine. From La Paz, Bolivia to Washington, Dallas airport in April 1968. Martin Luther King had just been shot and there were riots in the streets. Louie, in his crate, was lost in transit for 3 days. I’ll have to get on that story…
You certainly will! That must have been very worrying. And thanks for regularly responding so quickly. It’s always reassuring that a post didn’t go into a black hole.
Oh, I KNOW! It's a privilege to bring you that little bit of joy.
Nibbles was certainly a well travelled cat! Our family cat endured a few moves. Only one entailed an aeroplane and that was only an hours flight within the same country - Auckland to Wellington - which she didn't like at all. The others were just changes of house within Wellington, including a move with our daughter when she left home. A short time later, she went missing for about 3 months, probably trying to get home across the city to the family home. She turned up eventually at the SPCA with a deep gash under her left front leg where she had got her leg stuck in her collar and torn her leg open trying to get free. She came back home after that and I never put a collar on her again. She eventually died of old age - aged 18.