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On Sunday, August 31st, like 2 million other residents of Southern Louisiana, I, my partner, Voodoo (long-haired chihuahua), Tony (cat), Willow (Blue-headed pious parrot), Ceasar and Tzarina, and their three babies (Black-masked African lovebirds), and 18 finches/small birds fled New Orleans. We left at 6:15am. We did not find shelter until 9am the following day in Carollton, GA. We drove 26 hours straight, well Mr. BTA and I drove, the others rode along. For 26 hours, we were all crammed in a Toyota Corolla. We stopped a number of times to try and find lodging to no avail. The entire states of Mississippi and Alabama (we fled east) were without a single available room.
During some of our stops, I would ask if they had available rooms, and I was asked if I had a reservation. :wtf: Who calls in a reservation for a hurricane evacuation?! How in the hell are you supposed to even know where you are going to end up or even when you will arrive? At one point, it took us three hours to drive 15 miles! Anyway, once we found a place to stay, we got everyone in the room and discovered Inara, an orange weaver, did not survive the journey. She had been with us for almost 3 years to the day. The other animals were visibly upset and agitated. Tony, the cat, immediately hid in the room once we let him out of his carrier. Voodoo shook until he could get into bed with us. Willow was just plain pissed off and plucked at her cage bars.
We rested for two days, then decided to head back toward New Orleans. We decided to go to Birmingham and wait there until we were allowed re-entrance to New Orleans. We were in B'ham all of one day before Mr. BTA's work demanded he return to NOLA. So, we had to pack everyone up and drive home. We arrived in NOLA at 3am Friday morning. It was then we discovered we had lost Orion, a male Society finch. We also had him for almost three years to the day. In less than a week, I had lost two animals that had been a part of our lives for three years. I was relieved to see we only had debris in the yard and our flag pole had been destroyed, I was upset by the loss of my pets. What was even more upsetting was the attitude from hotels about my pets; they wouldn't take them even though we had been forced to leave our home. I was told I should have left them at home, I could leave them in the car, or keep driving until I found a pet-friendly hotel. I am so disgusted now by some places, I think I may never stay at hotel UNLESS they accept pets, even if I don't have my babies with me. The only time I would amend that rule is if there was another evacuation from another place and I didn't have my animals, then I would give up my room so another with pets could have it.
Now, I have to possibly prepare for Ike. I have already started plotting routes and looking for pet-friendly hotels along the way. I am just afraid another trip will cost me more pets and more tears.
Goodbye Inara and Orion.
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