Kransky, the French Bulldog pictured above, died while being shipped air cargo
I am often asked why I won’t ship my French Bulldogs. In a few instances, I’ve actually been berated for it by ‘potential buyers’ who I suppose assume I’m just being difficult, elitist or unrealistic.
“You don’t really expect me to fly all the way to Toronto for a DOG, do you?”.
No, actually, I don’t – if you don’t want to fly here, there’s no reason for you to do so. You’re welcome to get a dog from someone else. I’m not forcing anyone to come here for a dog, but I’m also not going to browbeaten into sticking one of my babies into a plastic crate, and tossing them into the belly of an airplane’s cargo area.
Sure, some dogs get shipped just fine, with no issues whatsoever, but if you do this long enough, you hear too many stories like Kransky’s – and his story is NOT going to be the story of one of my dogs.
It was a hot day in Sydney and this heat was amplified in the cargo shed. Before long I was starting to show symptoms of heat stress, but no-one cared to notice. This escalated into full blown heat stroke – vomiting, diarrohea, choking, suffocation – and I died a terrible, cruel and lonely death in the confines of my travel cage. When it came time to transit to the plane, MASkargo staff finally noticed that something was wrong. Realising it was obviously heat related, they threw a bucket of water over me in my cage – but I was already dead.
My deepest sympathies to Kransky’s parents. I hope you find justice, even if it can never heal the pain of your loss.