Togo is at last on his way to the UK. Peter and Jo were beginning to think this day would never come…
They had such bad luck, with everything imaginable going wrong. They met with every possible obstacle from bureaucracy to downright uncaring rudeness. As the days went by their energy was running out, as more doors kept closing on a solution.
So we decided to see if an agent at a ‘transit’ point in the EU could help. Tracing the Lufthansa flight schedule from Casablanca to London via Frankfurt, a last chance emerged, with a voice saying, “We can help, I can do it, I can fly to Casablanca, collect Togo and return to Frankfurt, give him a quarantine kennel here at the airport and then send him to London.”
Hardly daring to get Peter and Jo’s hopes up, we phoned them, trying to be low key and saying, “We have to give it a go and put our faith in them.” Although Peter and Jo were depressed and exhausted and feeling low, in contrast Togo loved his travel box and had voluntarily moved in. They also reported that Togo had endless energy and appeared to be quite relaxed — oblivious to the efforts going on around him.
So Togo flew to Casablanca, then on to Frankfurt, and arrives in London today. And on Tuesday he flies to Glasgow to the SPCA quarantine kennels.