Her words were giving me hope that she was coming around, but as she took a step cautiously towards me, lowering herself to the ground before me, I couldn’t help but want to jump for joy, knowing that she was getting over her fear of my appearance.
I continued to lay there, barely batting an eyelash, as I was too afraid that any sudden movement with her this close to me would set her back on the progress she was making towards me.
Looking me dead in the eyes, she says just above a whisper, as if she too is scared to frighten me, “Please don’t make me regret this.”
I had to wonder what she was talking about, but it didn’t take long before she slowly moved her hand towards me, closing her eyes, right before the tips of her finger softly grazed across the top of my fur, barely touching
