I just checked the current weather in New Zealand.
I just might die.
It snowed last night.
I have never been good at cold weather.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
This is becoming my international pet transportation blog, sorry
Bear with me. I am eating that dark chocolate with almonds bar I keep in reserve for times of need. This is one of those times.
I got the phonecall from my vet. The phonecall that I prayed would be a happy phonecall. It was not. Ness failed her second titer blood test which means she does not have enough rabies antibodies in her blood to travel internationally to NZ. I am floored. After crying a lot at work, calling Guy, calling my parents, and leaving work a bit early... I made A LOT of calls.
I called my pet transporter, who I am SO THANKFUL FOR (James is a calming voice to my hysterical outbursts of sentences). They said they have never known for an animal to fail their second titer test. I hate being the case that people are baffled by. The cause for the second failure could be a litany of things and it is hard to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. First of all, it can be Ness. Her kitty physiology may just refuse to produce antibodies. Maybe it is her saying "F- You Mom, I'm not moving to NZ." Secondly, it could be the vet. Perhaps he stored the vaccine wrong, or sent the sample (aka blood) incorrectly, or mishandled something in the process. Thirdly, it could be the vaccine itself. Maybe it just doesn't work and the manufacturer screwed up, making a lot of animals out there not actually ready for a rabies attack.
This was my plan of action. I had a big cuddle sesh with Ness telling her all the excitement that is to await her in NZ (TWO people who love her, lots of birds to listen to outside, tons of sunshine pouring through windows, so many rooms to run around in and explore). Then I made an appointment with a NEW vet who can administer a different vaccine brand. Then I called the manufacturer of the first two rabies vaccinations to say "WTF? What did you do to my cat"??!?
After many many tears, a ton of phone calls, I feel better. I have an amazing amount of people around me who want to help look after Ness to make sure she makes it safely into my NZ lap. I love them all very deeply for seeing the sadness in me and wanting to do whatever is in their power to help out. It is a blessing to know that my parents love me and are a wonderful ear to my woes. And that I have a supportive boyfriend whose first reaction upon hearing this frustrating news is to curse loudly at work because he knows how crazy-cat-lady I am, even though I try not to be.
Thank you everyone for reading. Sorry this blog has mostly become a chronicle of moving to another hemisphere with a cat who won't pass her tests. In NZ related news: they fully support gay marriage, have banned stupid names for kids, and created this comedian who sang an amazing cover of silly song.
I go to Hawaii next week for my cousin's wedding. I'll post pictures. I have never been. I look forward to the mental and physical getaway with the family.
/chocolatebar
I got the phonecall from my vet. The phonecall that I prayed would be a happy phonecall. It was not. Ness failed her second titer blood test which means she does not have enough rabies antibodies in her blood to travel internationally to NZ. I am floored. After crying a lot at work, calling Guy, calling my parents, and leaving work a bit early... I made A LOT of calls.
I called my pet transporter, who I am SO THANKFUL FOR (James is a calming voice to my hysterical outbursts of sentences). They said they have never known for an animal to fail their second titer test. I hate being the case that people are baffled by. The cause for the second failure could be a litany of things and it is hard to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. First of all, it can be Ness. Her kitty physiology may just refuse to produce antibodies. Maybe it is her saying "F- You Mom, I'm not moving to NZ." Secondly, it could be the vet. Perhaps he stored the vaccine wrong, or sent the sample (aka blood) incorrectly, or mishandled something in the process. Thirdly, it could be the vaccine itself. Maybe it just doesn't work and the manufacturer screwed up, making a lot of animals out there not actually ready for a rabies attack.
This was my plan of action. I had a big cuddle sesh with Ness telling her all the excitement that is to await her in NZ (TWO people who love her, lots of birds to listen to outside, tons of sunshine pouring through windows, so many rooms to run around in and explore). Then I made an appointment with a NEW vet who can administer a different vaccine brand. Then I called the manufacturer of the first two rabies vaccinations to say "WTF? What did you do to my cat"??!?
After many many tears, a ton of phone calls, I feel better. I have an amazing amount of people around me who want to help look after Ness to make sure she makes it safely into my NZ lap. I love them all very deeply for seeing the sadness in me and wanting to do whatever is in their power to help out. It is a blessing to know that my parents love me and are a wonderful ear to my woes. And that I have a supportive boyfriend whose first reaction upon hearing this frustrating news is to curse loudly at work because he knows how crazy-cat-lady I am, even though I try not to be.
Thank you everyone for reading. Sorry this blog has mostly become a chronicle of moving to another hemisphere with a cat who won't pass her tests. In NZ related news: they fully support gay marriage, have banned stupid names for kids, and created this comedian who sang an amazing cover of silly song.
I go to Hawaii next week for my cousin's wedding. I'll post pictures. I have never been. I look forward to the mental and physical getaway with the family.
/chocolatebar
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