Having spent several years researching the possibility of becoming a private primate caretaker, reading books, calling people, exhausting every and any avenue I could find to educate myself to the best of my ability, I said a small prayer. Then I told the woman "Yes" - I am ready for this! Willow arrived in Portland, Maine, on Delta Dash Airlines. I eagerly watched for the attendant to bring out the small carrier containing my new charge. Finally the moment arrived; here came a woman carrying a dog carrier. Ever so gently, I peered inside, almost afraid to breathe. I was so excited. There she was, this tiny dark shadow clinging to her "stuffie" gorilla. I unlocked the door of her transport cage and tenderly removed the two. OH, how beautiful she was. Tiny dark brown eyes peered back at me framed by a light circle of beige then, dark again, hair. Her tiny body was a depth of brown to this day I can't describe. All I can relate is that her shining aura permeated every part of me. She tightly clung to her stuffie, gazing up at me with expectant eyes, as if to ask, "Who are you? " I held her near me, and offered her the bottle of formula I had prepared for her. She eagerly accepted the offer of nourishment and hungrily drank it down, all the while hanging on to her security. When she had finished, I called the woman who had been instrumental in pairing us up to let her know Willow was in my arms, safe and sound. We then proceeded out to my vehicle to make the hour trip home. I had brought my son's girlfriend, Harmony, with me to hold Willow on our way home. We packed Willow's care package of goodies (diaper bag, monkey chow, toys, diapers, wipes etc.) in the back seat and proceeded on our way.
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