Cindy's been taking care of surrendered guinea pig, an older male she's named Stash. He's a cuddly, good-natured, pretty boy who hadn't been feeling his best since he arrived.
She took him to the vet, where they discovered that his front molars had overgrown, trapping his tongue and, thus, making it difficult to eat (but not drink). During the visit, the vet was able to sedate Stash and trim his molars back down to proper size. Cindy then took him home, cleaned his cage, and restocked his food.
That was when one of those mission-affirming moments that animal rescuers live for happened. She wrote me later:
"He started eating immediately, like he had never eaten before. At one point, I walked past his cage and abruptly stopped. Stash stopped chewing, turned around, and looked at me...and gave me the most penetrating stare I've ever had from an animal.
After several moments of this I blurted out "you are welcome" without even thinking. After I said that, he started eating again. I swear he was talking to me."
I'm convinced he was.
How 'bout you?