We were now just over a week away from the trip home so it was time to turn our attention to preparations for the trip. Part of that was anticipating what we would need to get Raffy into the country. The government site was not really clear about what was required. We knew he needed to be vaccinated. That much was clear. He had his first vaccinations on his very first appointment and he would have the second one the day before we would fly home. The vet where he had his big surgery told us he would not be able to get into Canada if he had stitches in so we planned on getting them out just before we left. One of the big concerns I had was returning from a country that was known for drug trafficking with a cat that had a big incision in his stomach. I spoke to Dr. Val about this and she understood completely. She said that she would provide us with detailed paperwork to explain to customs what had been done. Raffy had to have ultra sounds to check for blood and air in his abdomen the first 2 days he was home from the hospital and then every other day after that. He had a total of four procedures that took us to the Wednesday before we came home. His final appointment was the day before we flew home. He got his stitches out and was declared completely healthy. We were told he would have a normal life expectancy! With his paperwork in hand we left the vet clinic for the last time.
That last week was crazy. We had to get our Covid tests and say goodbye to our many friends. The government created an app that we had to complete after we got our test results, we had to get our laundry done and then there was packing. Everything had to be done around Raffy's appointments.
We landed on time and I figured once we got all the paperwork and inspections done we would be at least 2 hours. This was our first trip since Covid hit and we knew that would probably complicate things. So, we presented our passports, answered all the questions asked and then were directed to see the people “through the door” to clear Raffy into Canada. Since everyone had to go “through the door” we were confused as to where to go. We asked one of the official looking guys and, as it happens, he was who we were supposed to see. There were actually 2 gentlemen there and Rick chatted with both of them about his (and their) Jeeps. One of the Gentlemen looked in the mesh window of the carrier and asked me if Raffy was healthy. I told him (honestly) “Yes!” He said “Ok, let me get you your paperwork.” Just like that Raffy was a citizen of Canada. We were randomly selected for another Covid test so we got that done and we were out of the airport less than an hour after landing. It seems like Raffy was given a proper welcome to Canada as there was a major snow storm happening. In spite of this we made the hour long drive home from the airport without incident and we were all relieved to walk into our home.
Raffy was isolated from the rest of our herd for the first week, while he was still wearing his cone. We were debating taking to our vet to have his incision checked because it was still scabbed over and did not appear to be healing. Instead we decided to use some cream on it to soften the scab so we could get it off without causing pain. We first tried Aloe cream (without alcohol) but that still seemed to sting and cause pain. Then we decided on Ozenol. I have used that in the past to treat cuts on cats. Sure enough, by the next day half of the scab had come off. The rest of it came off the next day and by the end of the week the incision was pretty much healed.
Throughout this week we slowly introduced our other boys to Raffy. The first meeting with Bart was a little rocky but subsequent visits were good. The other introductions went well. We did not introduce the girls. We knew they would be hissing at him and letting them know they ruled the house no matter when they met. When we opened the door and let him out he slowly made his way downstairs and the boys gave him the sniff test. He must have passed because there was no drama at all! As expected the girls hissed at him whenever he got close.
As Raffy recovered more, he realized he could run and play like any young cat. Watching him test his limits only to find out he doesn't have any has been fun and we have discovered he is very mischievous! It is apparent that he is still a kitten inside. We have started to call him "Raffy the Wrecker" for good reason.
Raffy’s incredible journey started less than 10 weeks ago. In that time he went from a very sick, limited ability cat who struggled to breath, even at rest, and weighed only a kilo to a healthy, active cat in a new forever home in a completely different country. He has 3 brothers and 2 sisters that he loves to torment. He now has a normal life expectancy and his incredible journey will continue.