“Do you have drugs?” the air steward asked us as we sat down. “Yes,” I assured him and he looked relieved. They weren’t for us but for our chihuahua, who was about to join us on a 14-hour flight from Melbourne to Abu Dhabi.
When my husband and I decided to relocate from Australia to his home country, Spain, last year, we couldn’t bear the thought of leaving our chihuahua, Achilles, behind.
