She did, Rosie... About a month ago, I got a second piggy to be her companion. She was a teeny wee baby, probably too young to have been separated from mum yet, but she seemed healthy and lively and she was friendly and full of personality and eating well and acclimating to her new home in quarantine as if she figured she owned the place now... Unfortunately, I only had her for nine days before she died in the sight of... well, of not being alive anymore, I guess. She showed no outward signs of illness at all, there was no warning, she just went to sleep in her fuzzy crinkle tunnel and never woke up.
Folks here told me that sometimes happens with pigs, especially in little ones.
I haven't given much thought to trying again. As much as I have love for these little creatures as a species, the bond I have with Kindle is particularly strong and particularly important, because she is actually a doctor-prescribed therapy animal, so I don't really want to break that focus. And more importantly, now that Kin and I have been together for several months, I don't feel that having a same-species companion is necessary for HER happiness and well-being. At least not in the urgent way I thought it was when I first got her and assumed I'd be leaving her alone in the attic for HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS ALL THE TIME...
...which is hard to do when I like, never leave the house except to shop and to go see my doctors.
So Kin rides around on my shoulder all evening most days... sometimes also all afternoon... sometimes basically she is with me all day. And when she gets antsy, I have this little castle I've made for her out of pieces of timothy hay huts from the pet shop, so she has a place she can go potty and take a nap or just sit and hide and chew on the architecture.
This was Nook, by the way:
