This is Dory. I was volunteering in a foreign animal welfare department when I first met him. He was three weeks old at the time, very thin and had terrible cat flu. His mother had rejected him so I took him on. I was up every 4 hours bottle feeding him and a very lovely, local Vet started treating him for the cat flu. He slept in a carrier beside my bed at night and went everywhere with me during with the day. It broke my heart knowing that I couldn't take him home with me when the trip was over, so I inquired about getting him a pet passport. The Vet was very helpful and promised to get him back to full health.
When the trip was over and everyone was about to leave for the airport, I left Dory with a lovely lady called Lori, who agreed to foster him until he was fit for travel. It was so hard saying goodbye. Lori and I kept in touch over Facebook and I received frequent photos of him. It was so nice to see him growing up and looking healthy.
Nine months later and he finally arrived in Northern Ireland. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was huge! He settled in so quickly and it didn't take long for him to leave his mark on the place. I regularly find him sleeping inside a drawer with all my clothes kicked out onto the floor, he tries to break into the treats jar and he loves nothing more than sitting on my head when I'm trying to sleep. I wouldn't change a thing!