a rare bout of nostalgia: remembering our move to canada

August 30, 2005: wmtc Packing up the apartment and getting ready for the road trip brings back bittersweet memories. In the spring and summer of 2005, we were in our final preparation for moving to Canada. All at once, an amazing writing opportunity dropped in my lap, we found a house to rent, and our dog Buster became extremely ill. We made a one-day roundtrip trip to Port Credit (Mississauga) via Buffalo on the first day of what would become a new round of Saving Buster. (Since that cold and rainy night in Washington Heights when I found him on the street, near death, our lives were all about Saving Buster.) This time, it was months before we got a proper diagnosis. He got sicker and sicker, practically fading away before our eyes. As my deadline loomed, I was writing full-time Monday through Friday, and working my day-job, two 12-hour days, all weekend. It wasn't long before we realized Buster needed a specialist, which meant taking a subway to a Zipcar, driving the car back hom...