Junebug | 06-28-2005 09:00 PM | When I picked up Otis from Los Angeles, he was a tiny baby, maybe 4 or 5 pounds at the most.
The plane was sooo loud and he was so tiny. I felt so sorry for him, I took him out of his carrier and shoved him inside the jacket I was wearing, and zipped it up. I then threw a blanket over myself. We flew the entire way like that, and no one ever knew. Not even the person next to me. Otis knew I was hiding him from a scary loud airplane, and he knew to be still and quiet.
I still remember him looking up at me, zipped up inside my jacket, with his chin on my chest. He didn't take his eyes off me one time the entire 55 minute filght. It was a real bonding moment. |