Mum and Dad got a phone call from Jerry at about 2pm on Thursday 2nd March, to say I had arrived in Lucca and he was walking me down Via Fillungo. I could see Mum in the distance in her old pink puffer running towards me. She had a big smile on her face. I wasn’t sure if I would do a big wag of my tail and give her a big smile, or just ignore her.
So much has happened since Anthony put me in my business class seat and gave me to the “Jetpets” guy, who placed me in a van and drove off from my home in Melbourne on Tuesday. That was three days ago. What was happening to me? Mum and Dad had left a couple of days before that with suitcases, and I thought I would spend my time with Michele and Anthony until their return from holidays, so I was happy at Wattle Park, Melbourne.
So where was Dad? I couldn’t see him behind Mum. He was probably fussing around trying to close the door, or get his shoes on. Jerry put my business class seat down, thank goodness as while he was walking over the cobblestoned street, all of my water was sloshing around and making my fleece all wet, and me too. Jerry was so very kind to me. I liked him. He spoke Italian like my dad and Anthony. Jerry greeted Mum and Dad and then picked up my seat and carried me along towards my new home.
Once we got inside, Dad hurriedly opened the door of my seat and I decided to wobble out. I thought I would be home in Wattle Park again after almost three days of being flown half way around the world – first by Qantas to Dubai and then Emirates into Milan where Jerry picked me up and took me for a 3-hour ride in his van. But no, there were different smells in this place, and they were very, very old.
Okay, so what is supposed to happen here? Am I staying here? Are Mum and Dad staying here? I wish I could talk to them to tell them I am so happy to see them again. Oh yes, I can! I started wagging my tail and that made my mum very happy. She told Dad she thought I had lost a bit of weight. She would too if she was confined to a small space and stressed out with anxiety for almost three days. The calming collar Mum put around my neck smelt good, but that’s all it did for me as I am not easily calmed.
Jerry wanted to take a photo of us all smiling outside the huge front door, so Mum picked me up and we went out into the daylight while he was busy snapping photos and calling out my name. Jerry was very kind to me. I think he is used to chauffeuring dogs around. Jerry also told them that the name “Toto” was very famous for a well-known comic in Italy. So, I have a grand name. All I know is, I need some food and a drink of water, but first of all I need some grass so I can get out my pent-up poo, before I eat and drink anything.
We waved Jerry off and the three of us set off down our street and headed towards a big green park so I could do my thing. Gosh my legs are a little wonky, but I have a lot to see and do. We wandered for a bit along this huge pathway and I smelled and pooed and weed. Mum then decided we needed to return to the apartment to relax. Sounded good to me!
But where is my old home? Nothing smells the same here. It’s all new.
We then turned back towards my new home in Lucca. Boy, I need a decent sleep.
Sue and Bob Perry arranged Toto’s travel through Melanie from Jetpets Animal Transport, Tullamarine, Victoria, together with their Italian Agents, Stefano and Jerry from Relo Cat Milan, Italy.
With our sincere thanks to all the staff of Jetpets and their Agents for the excellent care of Toto throughout her journey.
If only she could talk!