I didn't hesitate “I’m very sorry” I replied, “we are keeping him and he is coming home with us”. The lady was very understanding and sounded very relieved for Genghis. “How lovely and how very kind of you to take him back” she said. I hadn't thought of it like that. I had always thought that it was the right thing to do, the natural thing to do and just considered that anyone who found an abandoned, starving dog would do the same. There had never really seriously been any other option for me. The caller went on to say she used to have a pointer but it had died not that long ago. She wished me luck with Genghis and said that pointers were lovely, loyal, affectionate dogs.
Our time in Cyprus was flying by as fast as usual and there were a lot of formalities to finalise for our international traveler. I discussed the arrangements for Genghis’ flight to the UK with Suzanne and we completed the copious paperwork. By her calculations he would have fulfilled all his medical requirements by the end of November so she would look to book a flight for him around that time. She told me that it was best to get a travel crate for him in Southern Cyprus as although still expensive they were a bit cheaper than in the North and there was a better choice of product. She also said it would be best to wait a while to get his crate as he was still growing and we needed to make sure we got one that would be the correct size for him. Although I had wanted to go and buy his crate so I could see it for myself and ensure that it was good quality and that he would be comfortable on his journey, I could just imagine my husband’s face if I told him that Genghis had outgrown the expensive travel crate we had bought him and that we now needed to buy another one so I readily agreed for Suzanne to get a crate for us closer to the date of his trip.