My pet transport hell
From our UK edition
In the weeks since I relocated from London to Melbourne, I suspect my reputation among those who know me underwent a quiet but decisive shift: from seasoned, sardonic war correspondent to something closer to a deranged cat obsessive. My 14-year-old Birman, Aero, has acquired a global following. I have woken up to messages from London, Kabul, Washington, Islamabad, Paris – people asking, not unreasonably, whether she is still alive. She very nearly wasn’t. Aero arrived in Melbourne after a month in transit blind, dehydrated, unable to walk and carrying an untreated infection Aero arrived in Melbourne after a month in transit blind, dehydrated, unable to walk and carrying an untreated infection. She had lost 20 per cent of her body weight.