Holly is my younger sister and has loved animals since I could remember. Starting with our cat, Whiskers, who was notorious for disliking people, Holly managed to keep her in check while also being her rock. It got to the point where Whiskers was comfortable enough to sleep in bed with, or in the windowsill above Holly's bed. Moving forward, we got our first dog, Shadow, and she couldn't keep herself away from him. Going on walks, playing in the yard, and cuddling up on the couch, they were as close as they could be. Finally, we come to our most recent dog, Champ, a Yorkee who lived to be 16 years old before he passed away. Champ was the first dog that Holly and I were coherent for the adoption process of. She picked him, named him, and the way she'd take care of him, you woulda thought she was the head of the household. Champ was her baby from start to finish, never was there a time when they weren't together at home. Moving past Holly's history with pets, she's taken care of many animals for friends and family, most notably being her friend Ainsley, who has all kinds of animals. Dogs and cats of course, but also lizards, snakes, and birds. She's brought me over a few times to come see them, but I don't know how she handled them all. She'd have all their names memorized and when they like to be fed, etc. She's just good with animals. There are very few people that I would trust with my pets more than my sister. She's good with them when they're angry, she knows how to read their body language when they're sad, and she loves to play when they're ready to.