Lucy won’t take a bath until she feels calm 🛁🐒. The moment she notices the water and the towel nearby, her body tenses up. She doesn’t cry right away, but her eyes say everything. They move quickly, watching every little motion, trying to understand what’s about to happen.
She pulls her hands close to her chest and leans away from the bath area. It’s her quiet way of saying “I’m not ready.” Lucy remembers how strange bath time can feel—the wet fur, the unfamiliar sensation. Even if it’s warm, it still makes her uneasy.
Cici doesn’t rush her. She kneels beside Lucy, speaking softly and slowly. Her calm voice fills the space, steady and gentle. Lucy listens closely, still unsure, but she stays near. The fear doesn’t grow because Cici is there, patient and understanding 🤍🐒.
Lucy glances at the water again, then back at Cici. Her breathing is fast at first, her little chest rising and falling quickly. Cici strokes her back, offering comfort instead of pressure. Little by little, Lucy’s shoulders loosen. The tension in her body starts to fade.
After a few moments, Lucy shifts closer. She reaches out and touches Cici, needing reassurance. Her eyes soften, and the worried look on her face slowly disappears. She still isn’t smiling, but she’s no longer scared. She just needs time.
When Lucy finally feels calm, everything changes. She doesn’t resist anymore. She allows Cici to lift her gently, trusting those familiar arms. Her body relaxes as she’s brought closer to the bath. The fear that once held her back is gone.
As her feet touch the water, Lucy stays quiet. No drama, no tears—just cautious curiosity. She watches the ripples form around her toes, surprised that it isn’t as bad as she imagined 🛁✨.
This moment shows how much Lucy has grown. She doesn’t rush into things she’s not ready for, and Cici respects that. Because Lucy knows one thing for sure—when she feels calm and safe, she can face anything, especially with Cici right by her side 🐒💞.