At the Vancouver airport, I hired two porters to carry our luggage and two cages of the dogs. We moved into the immigration office where lots of people sat down in a line. They looked as tired as we were. The crying of our dogs sounded very laud in the office. They never listened to me and stopped barking after having been locked in their cages for more than 12 hours (and one of the dogs had relieved nature in the cage and smelled very bad.) Our baby also kept crying because she was sick. I started to get stressed being in the room annoying all other immigrants. But I had very important paper works that would let us move into Canada. Suddenly, an officer said, “Who is the owner of these crying dogs!” Her deadpan scared me. I raised my hand. She walked to me and prompted another officer to start the paperwork for us. I imagine that she prioritized us because of our crying baby, and also because of the noisy stinky dogs.
We picked up a Caravan at the Budget car rental shop. Our luggage and cages did not fit into the car. We tried different ways of loading them again and again. But they never fit altogether. We finally decided to throw away something to move ahead and catch our ferry. We naturally chose the cage, in which my dog relieved nature. We asked the person in the parking lot and she let us leave it beside the garbage boxes. When we arrived at our new house in the Cowichan Valley we were so relieved (our beds had already been delivered by Sleep Country), but we found that hot water did not come out (and the problem did not get fixed for ten days after that). It was almost
twenty four hours after the time when we left our house in Tokyo. It was already late and we just went to bed.
The next morning I saw beautiful cherry blossoms in our garden. It was one of my best moments in my life.
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