Until now, the process for moving animals into the UK was a nightmare. Antiquated laws to protect against rabies – a disease that has been eradicated in the UK – meant that all pets had to be quarantined for six months prior to entry. They didn’t have to be put in kennels, but you were required to have them vaccinated, then tested, then wait 6 months, then have them tested again, then travel some time within the following 6 months or start the whole process all over again.
We were dreading it, but new rules mean we need worry no longer! The 6-month quarantine requirement has been lifted and all that is needed now is a rabies shot and then a 3-week wait. Once the 3 weeks is up, the animals can travel. Hallelujah!
Of course this doesn’t remove the other big worry – the one that keeps me up at night. You see we have the most sheltered, most spoiled and most timid cats that ever lived. I can’t even imagine how scary the process of flying is going to be for them. Theo wets himself when we take him 5 minutes down the road to the vet’s!
This is the life, Snowy!
Let me show you what I mean. Two days ago, I took photos of a day in Theo’s life. Ever since his brother died, he spends every day with me while I work (I work from home). He started out at 9am ‘helping’ by holding down my keyboard.
By 10 am he was starting to get sleepy.
11 am, out for the count
2pm, moved under the lamp for extra warmth
4pm, rolled onto back and stayed there for next hour.
6pm, found the energy to move to the chair and spread some hairs around before falling asleep again.
This is how every day goes for him, and pretty much how every day has gone since the beginning of his life with us 12 years ago. I can’t tell you how much I worry about making him travel all the way across the ocean and to a brand new home. Still, at least the new rules take some of the stress out of it. Perhaps valium would help with the rest – for me, not for him!