🐾 Bailey’s Journey: Chapter 2 – Learning to Trust My Human
The first night was quiet.Too quiet. No barking. No metal bowls clanking. No echo of cages. Just a soft ticking clock and the rise and fall of her breathing on the couch nearby. I didn’t sleep much. I kept my head up, ears twitching at every sound: a creak in the wall, the hum of the fridge, the wind nudging a windowpane. I had a bed now — my bed, she said — a soft round cushion tucked in the corner. But I lay next to it instead. Not quite ready. Morning light came through the window, and so did the smells: toast, something sweet, and her shampoo. She crouched beside me and placed a small bowl down, then moved back. No pressure. No leash. Just… space. The food smelled better than anything I’d had in weeks, but I didn’t move. I just stared. She didn’t say a word. She sat across the room, eating her own breakfast — glancing, but not staring. Letting me be. I waited until she turned away, and then I crept forward, slowly. Bite by bite. I finished it. Every bit. She didn’t cheer. She just smiled with her eyes. Later, we went outside. The sun was warm, the grass soft under my paws. I sniffed everything twice. She knelt beside me and slipped on a lightweight padded harness — no tugging, no yanking. It fit snug but soft, like it had been chosen just for me. I still didn’t fully understand her, but I didn’t flinch this time. We walked to the end of the block. Every car, every squirrel, every gust of wind made me stop and look. But she waited. Always waited. At one point, I touched my nose to her hand.She didn’t move.But her breath caught — like it meant more than I knew. That evening, I curled into my bed for the first time. She dimmed the lights and whispered something as she passed: “Good night, Bailey. Thank you for trying today.” I didn’t understand the words.But I understood the kindness. And for the first time in a long time,I slept all the way through.
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