My Nessa is my baby. She picked me and there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. But then Nessa got sick. she stopped eating and drinking. She became severely constipated and almost died. After spending a week at the vet have daily enimas and almost needing surgery she got to come home. But I had to work and Nessa couldn't be home alone. So, I hired Cheyenne to take care of my baby. An hour in to work, and I was so worried about her, picked up my phone a million times to call and check on her. Before I could, I got a text from Cheyenne. She sent a picture of my baby curled in her lap, sleeping comfortably. Through out the day she sent more pics and kept me updated on Nessa. When I finally got home, Cheyenne was sitting in the floor playing with Nessa, and Nessa was a ball of energy, just like her old self. Cheyenne took care of Nessa everyday for the next week. She massaged her stomach every couple of hours, and made sure she took her medicine. It's two years later and I still have Cheyenne watch Nessa whenever I have to go out of town. Nessa gets so excited every time she sees her and I know she is as safe as she could possibly be, with someone I know cares about her as much as I do. Cheyenne is like that with every animal. They matter to her like they're her own.