When you look at me, Moyo, you are looking at The Very First Emotional Support Animal to be OFFICIALLY REGISTERED IN SOUTH AFRICA. That makes me, Moyo Pretty Famous even if not everyone knows about it. My Mom – her name is Kerry – says I am a V.I.P. which means I am a very Important Pooch.
Mom and me? We had Loads of Special Training for this job I do and I get to Work in a Red Harness, and I have a Special Collar and Leash, and Mom has a card in her purse which says All About Me, Moyo and The Very Important Work I do.
So now you know about me, here is the rest of my story about our Epic Adventure. See, without Too Much of The Gory Stuff, Mom says I guess, Moyo, I am Glad for The Shenanigans of Some of the People in my Family. Without the Stuff of them for all my life, you wouldn't get to be A Famous Very First South African E.S.A. (My Mom has me, Moyo as he Supporter because she has C-PTSD from all those Shenanigans – and some days she REALLY needs me.) My job has two departments. The Most Important Department of all is the LOVE department. When I do this job for my Mom, which I do all the time, I Just Love her. I Love her with All My Heart. Sometimes it’s enough for me to show my love by just being near to her, sometimes I have to steer her to a quiet place so that she can focus on getting her breath back if she has a panic. What’s interesting is that I know when my Mom is going to have a panic and it can happen in any place at all – and when that happens? I press close into her leg and push her gently away from where she is. I push gently until I get her to a place she can just be quiet. And then? I lie at her feet and I LOOK at her. I look and I love and I help her to catch her breath back.
The other department is the Laugh Department. When I am doing this job, I do Silly Stuff to make my Mom laugh. Sometimes Mr. Jones helps me with this because he and I are Good friends and we like to play Silly Stuff Games together. We slide on carpets and we play Hide-and-Seek and make Mom laugh. I also do a thing called Jump, Jump. When I do that, I jump up and down with my front legs and my ears flap like mad and I stick my teeth out in a Huge Grin. That really makes Mom laugh. And that makes me feel Good inside my Moyo Heart.
Oh! By the way? My name actually means HEART in Swahili.
So, to tell you more: on top of All That Panic Stuff, there is the fact that It Was Time To Leave South Africa. Too Much Concern over the out of control criminal chaos, the xenophobia and the rhetoric of some which seems to further fuel these things in South Africa caused Mom and Dad to bring to a sooner date our move to Canada.
It was So Hard leaving, but the Best Part is that Mom and Dad made sure that they brought me, Moyo and Mr. Jones with them. They also brought JoJo. He is a little kitty who belonged to their tenant in South Africa. One sad, sad day, that beautiful lady died and there was no way Mom and Dad could ignore the fact that little JoJo needed a New Home. And so he came to live with us and then when we all came to Canada? JoJo came, too. So JoJo, Mr. Jones and me? We are on this Epic Adventure with Mom and Dad – to find our new, safe, home.
Mom and Dad started their permanent residence application 6 months ago...
the wait for approval can be between 20 -24 months: until they are legally
admitted to Canada they cannot work to support ourselves.
So this is where I get to one of my main points with this story. We need your help. We really, truly do. See? We – that’s Mom and Dad and me, Moyo…and those two cats, of course - thought we would be fine! We brought what money we could with us when we made the move... and all our calculations suggested we would get through the wait with a squeak and a prayer. We could do it! But we can't.
I guess life is what happens when one has other plans, though. We bought ourselves an old Winnebago... our home on wheels. We call her The Noahbago because of All Us Animals in her. She looked good and sounded good... and then she wasn't.
The Noahbago threw a HissyFit and blew her transmission. Her Airbags which keep her Big Old Butt End up in the Air also died. Getting her back on the road took a massive chunk out of our “We Can Do This” money
Then, because we were getting about 2.7kms to the litre of gas in the
‘Bago, we made the decision to buy an old Ford Windstar Van instead because it
could fit us all in and even the stuff we needed to carry with us... and, being
foreigners, we gritted our teeth and paid the exorbitant insurance premiums on
her. SHE looked good. SHE sounded good.
And she went well... until 2kms outside Chase, BC...sparks, and smoke flew out of her engine and she died an ugly death on the side of the highway. Friends pulled together to fetch us... Mom and Dad, The Cats and me, Moyo, and we donated that car with her broken engine to Kidney Canada...
Just before Christmas another new Canadian friend nominated my Mom for a Lucky Draw vehicle which had been completely overhauled and was intended for a “Damsel in Distress.” It was HUGELY exciting to be one of seven finalists... but another Distressed Damsel won her and I know it will have changed her life a whole lot and even though I wished and wished and wished that my Mom could win that car, I am happy that Another Lady has been blessed.
So, now it’s the beginning of 2020... and money is practically non-existent as we all continue to hold thumbs and breath for that permanent residence approval which will give us the safety we long for and the right to start working in an attempt to rebuild our lives.
To be truthful? There are so many things I wish for my Mom. I wish she had a small and reliable van we could make a home in... and the money to pay for at least 6 months of insurance on her. I wish it could be a small van /camper into which we would all safely fit.
I wish I could become a TV star or a Princess or a Fairy Godmother so I could help my Mom – and my Dad – with a place to live and food in the cupboard, and all the other stuff of everyday living and waiting…I wish that the Permanent Residence would be approved so that Mom and Dad could start earning their own living. Because it’s all So Incredibly Tough right now
Maybe if I look hard enough in every single hedge I see? I will find a Leprechaun and then I would fetch his Pot of Gold and Carry it Home to my Mom so we could get through the months ahead without panic...
So what I have done is set a goal of CA$5000.00. This amount will allow my Mom and Dad to get through a few months as they wait for that PR...and maybe, just maybe find a good deal on a secondhand van that a mechanic can certify as being sound.
Thank you very much.