Today reminds me of the time that Jessie just arrived and she and I slept for over 3 months in the downstairs back room of our Bed and Breakfast. She came to live with us when she was 4 months old. At the end of January she and one of her sisters traveled together in one crate from Serbia via a country in the Middle East to Washington DC: over 24 hours in a cramped crate, they were so filthy, so skinny and both were traumatized. This wasn’t my choice, but due to Covid I couldn’t pick her up myself. So the first months we slept together on a floating bed, every day I had to pump some air in it. And we bonded, Jessie became to trust me, and we grew very close and she turned into my shadow.
And today we’re back in the same room, because Jessie is in heat and the boys are getting crazy, and we as well. So again we are sleeping on the floating bed, untill the worse is over which will probably in two weeks. This time the room has been renovated and has a private bathroom. It’s absolute much more luxurious then when we stayed here in 2021.
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