Alfalfa hates baths. My last guinea pig, Petey was even worse. I don’t know what happened to Petey before I rescued him to make him have a bad reaction to water. He would shake with terror during the entire bath. I had to make sure I kept one hand on him at all times. I would talk softly and work quickly.
After his bath I would wrap him up in a towel and hold him. I would tell him how good and brave he was for taking a bath. He would slowly calm down and relax. Quite often, I would sob for him as I walked around comforting him. What could someone do to make an innocent animal react like that? I think my strength was the only thing that allowed Petey to get through his baths.
I believe that there is a reason why both Petey and Alfalfa found me. I rescued both from bad situations. Both had horrible habits that no normal person would deal with. Both had tricky medical situations. Petey was abused. Alfalfa was neglected.
Most people would have taken both to the local animal shelter after the first day. But I stuck it. I don’t know what kept me going. No, I’m not fishing for compliments or sympathy. I am simply saying that there is a reason they found their ways to me. But even more, I think that I needed them in my life. They have given me so much.
I am a better, stronger, more compassionate, and more loving person from my experience with them. I have felt their pain. I have seen them grow. I have nursed them during sickness. I have experienced the joy of their popcorns. I have shown them endless love.
You know what? I am the one who is lucky. I am the one who is blessed. I am their mom.