Two years ago today my SIL and I travelled to Istanbul to collect two of my most precious family members – My Hurley Dog and My Kedi Cat. They had just flown 29 hours from Sydney to Istanbul via Malaysia. Like all long haul travellers they were tired and grumpy and the last thing they wanted to do is spend the next 11 hours sitting in customs in Istanbul while we fought to get them released.
This is their story.
I have mentioned before that both of my pets were rescue animals and I had no intention of leaving my fur-babies behind when we moved to Türkiye (well I had half a mind to leave My Kedi Cat behind but that’s because he hates me). I spent many hours dealing with both Australian customs and Turkish customs ensuring I had covered every base before I finally arranged for them to be flown over. I wanted them to have an easy flight and a simple transfer into my custody at Istanbul Customs. I was certain I had crossed every “T” and dotted every single “I” but when arriving at customs in Istanbul it was, as expected, a fecking nightmare!
My SIL and I arrived in Istanbul from Adana at 6.30am and I had arranged a return flight for 5pm. I assumed that this would be more than enough time to collect my two fur-babies, do all the custom rigmarole and have heaps of time to get our flight home with my fur-babies in tow.
Every single thing that could have gone wrong did go wrong. It began with the Veterinarian not arriving to sign my babies off. Why didn’t he arrive you wonder? It was raining. Poor love. After a lot of yelling by my SIL (God bless my SIL) he was finally roused into work but did not arrive until after 3pm so basically we sat in customs for nearly 9 hours. We weren’t allowed to leave, even a toilet break was frowned on. We had to sit there in case the Vet arrived so we could point out our pets. They were the only two fecking animals in customs so obviously they were fecking mine!!!!! I spent a lot of that time in tears. I could hear My Hurley Dog howling through the customs door but I wasn’t allowed to see him.
After being examined the Vet then questioned whether My Kedi Cat had rabies as he was vicious. In fact the Customs officers back in Sydney had put a sticker on the cage – “Handle with Caution. Dangerous Animal”. After I explained that My Kedi Cat was always vicious – frankly the cat is a bit of a shit – and finally they were signed off. But that wasn’t the end of it. There was still more paperwork and more money handed over (grease the wheels guys) before finally my two fur-babies were released into my custody.
I know a lot of expats bring their pets with them and I wonder whether flying into the more regional airports would be an easier option. I expect that if I had taken a direct flight from the UK and arriving into, say Bodrum, then the customs guys would be quite used to nervous yabanci and would deal with them swiftly. Perhaps but then really Istanbul is one of the biggest airports in the world. They really should have their shit together! It’s a domestic cat and a fecking poodle for Christ’s sake! I know I should be thankful that my babies arrived safely because many do not. While arranging for my babies to travel I read of many cases where domestic animals pass away en-route due to the stress and being mistreated by airport staff. The thing is that flying is stressful for us humans I can only imagine what my fur-babies throught was going on. Being put in cages and stuffed into a very noisy, very cold cargo hold before finally being delivered into my very relieved arms.
After collection we made our way to Domestic to catch our flight to Adana which, of course, we missed thanks to the lazy Vet. The following flight was already booked with animals and they too would not let us on. Finally a flight was made available at 11.30 that night that would allow My Hurley Dog in cargo and I would carry My Kedi Cat on my lap in the cabin.
Got home at 3am the following day. My Hurley Dog was ecstatic and showed his excitement freely. My Kedi Cat bit me and hid under the bed. I chose to sleep on the couch for the next few days – just in case the cat tried to kill me in my sleep!
Two years on and My Hurley Dog and My Kedi Cat have settled into life in a Turkish village. My Hurley Dog has not made many friends with the village dogs as they are all a lot larger than him. They are farm dogs and not prepared to deal with My Hurley Dog’s precious, precious ways but he does have lots of people to hang around with. He gets fed at every door (although not usually allowed in every door) and more often than not gets a pat on the head from visitors. On the other hand My Kedi Cat who, back in Sydney, was a very high maintenance cat seems to fit right now. He disappears each evening with Evil, My Stairwell Cat, and returns the next morning covered in dirt, mud, thistles, whatever. He drags himself onto the bed and sleeps until evening. In fact the other night I was taking My Hurley Dog for a walk and I found him in a dumpster. So yeah – he is now a Turkish Cat. It’s called assimulation people!
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Another marathon Janey lol if things were simple for you we would have no blogs to read long may your mixed up life continue.
Hope your well take care
I know right? I always tell people my life is blessed but when I put it down on paper I seem to be followed everywhere by crap and chaos!
. . brought our 13 year old cat from UK (19 years ago). She had VIP treatment all the way and the pleasure of being delivered to us at Dalaman via the luggage conveyor. She had a new lease of life and lived to be 18 – she never, ever lowered herself into dumpster food foraging!
Got to love a good ferral semi-vicious cat! My last cat Atari kept on appearing on a local Facebook group as a ‘has anyone lost a cat we have found this poor stray!’ post. He was always covered in dirt, refused to wear a collar and would constantly come home soaking wet after chasing rats in the canal. Alas he went missing a few months ago. Now we have a new psycho-killer cat Milly who specialises in dissecting small mammals for you and offering them up when you are eating your dinner. She also has a penchant for strong black coffee so you have to watch where you leave your cup!
Glad you got your furry babies home safe – sounds like a nightmare in the airport!
I wonder if your dog barks with an Australian accent.
I have often wondered if My Hurley Dog and My Kedi Cat have the same difficulties speaking the local lingo as I do!
I love this. Was laughing out loud. When I make the move (if I bloody ever do – bloody Metin not sure where he wants to live now) I will Deffo be bringing my fur baby. Ferris the Chihuahua. It panics me that he will not survive the flight frankly, but I ain’t leaving him in UK. He can be Hurley dogs friend if indeed Mersin is where M decides he wants to stay.
At least you didn’t have to leave them in quarantine. It was a breeze bringing our two kitties into India (if you don’t count the nightmarish paperwork) but our next stop is China and that’s 30 days in a nasty shelter 😦
We wouldn’t even attempt to bring them back to Australia. It’s like a year in quarantine and would cost an arm and a leg (my arm and leg apparently). Good luck to your fur-babies in China.