Thank you. I am drawing strength from giving to this wonderful community and getting so much goodwill back.
I've just lost my Dryw before Easter, so I totally feel about Olivia and you - Dryw's a little reminder of my Dizzy from pre-Tribe years that I adopted sight unseen because I urgently needed a baby girl in 2019 (You can see Dizzy, the chocolate, ginger and white aby, in one first pictures of the Tribe Gallery thread and Dryw has of course her own entry in my Tribe Gallery link in my signature).
If you are open for it and are patient, things will come to you. But they usually don't repeat the same way. Olivia was obviously meant for you.
Indeed, I have had a number of piggies that have obviously been meant to happen - surprise baby Tegan from my avatar is looking vaguely like my first own piggy as a teenager, born to a mother who I adopted from Mid-Wales because she looked about as similar as I gets in view of the time lapse and breed development to our first family piggy from the 70ies.
Tegan was born here totally unplanned about 3 months after I had suddenly lost my initial baby adopted Telyn (baby name Tegan) due to congenital heart failure only days after her 2nd birthday.
Incidentally, my current Blodyn (again adopted sight unseen as part of my Cornish family) is the mirror image of Telyn, who I missed terribly at the time.
There have been others; sometimes deliberately in order to keep precious memories alive, sometimes as an adoptee chosen by the rescue person aware of my piggies and my personal preferences. And sometimes by sheer chance.
What I have always been very careful about is never to name a new similarly looking piggy anything like the predecessor, so they could develop their own personality and have their own journey without any misplaced expectations of mine. I have broken that rule only once, when Heilin 'Generous' followed fairly similar looking Heini 'Lively' because of her looks so she could live with some socially difficult piggies as she had the family looks. It worked, but with the wrong sister...But I made sure I was emotionally OK with the name first.
My most special piggy of all, Minx, lived 20 years ago - my own larger-than-life, stair climbing mini-dog. While I have taken my piggy journey into a totally new direction (my big Tribe group), I have continued to adopt about every 4 years a similar looking piggy to Minx; but deliberately never one that was dead ringer for Minx because they would never be able to live up to my instinctive expectations of Minx's quirks and very strong personality, and it would not have been fair to place that emotional burden on any new arrivals. There would never be one like Minx again but those precious three years with Minx are still one of the happiest times in my life and I am very grateful to have had them, even though they were sadly cut short due to Minx's bladder stone problems.
I have always given any successors distinctly different names: Taffy 'Beloved' (Telyn's mum) in 2009, Pili Pala 'Butterfly' in 2013, Beryn 'Candytuft' in 2017 and then the Cornish family in 2022 to bring up the rear of the Tribe. Ffowlyn (2010) was a last minute spontaneous addition when her two sisters were adopted together and her mother Ffion bound to come to me. We had to smuggle her past my disapproving mother-in-law but thankfully Ffowlyn stayed put under her blanket.
Minx: It Is 10 Years Today...
My current name hang-up is Macsen 'the Greatest' who I regularly call Maelog 'Battle Prince'; they are both lilac and white boar adoptees from TEAS. Maelog was here from 2013-17 (initially as a temporary foster boar for TEAS and then as a permanent adoptee) and Macsen arrived just before the outbreak of the pandemic in 2020 as slow dater for Beryn, failed narrowly but stayed on because of Lockdown...
No matter how many piggies you have, there is always a big gap in the room whenever one leaves that you have to gradually get used to; all those instinctive, unthinking little things you do over the course of a day that connect you are the hardest bit to basically unlearn and stop doing. The worst for me is counting out the pieces of pepper and cucumber correctly during prep; that always takes me ages to get used to.
Right now, I am missing my sweet little madam Dryw 'Wren' very much. It still hurts somewhat to see different piggies now inhabiting her corner of the room whenever I look across. But that is normal and it is the price we pay for all the love and joy our piggies bring into our lives. Some of the mechanics of the grieving process get eventually a little bit easier because you can recognise them for what they are but the loss of an always unique bond and relationship never gets less painful.
And of course, I can no longer go and wait for another suitable adoptee to come along. Even before my cancer diagnosis I had started to downsize and had adopted my Cornish family to bring up the rear of my personal piggy journey by fulfilling my last bucket dream of adopting a ready-made group right in the darkest days of the 'Big Dying' when I stopped being able to process my grief and went just numb. Sadly, some of the piggies I lost during that period have just kind of disappeared in a general mush of total grieving misery.
But my Cornish Family are going to remain my youngest piggies, bringing up the end of my Tribe story.
And that in itself is a very bitter-sweet journey. It is a very drawn-out grieving process for an important part of my life as well as all the many different and wonderful pigsonalities I have been blessed to share my very own life journey with. Life with a terminal illness is a very bitter-sweet journey because you are aware that time is running out and that things won't be coming back nor can you jump on the roundabout when they are coming round again. You have to savour the moments and make the most of that because if you do that - like you love your piggy every day - then you can be sad by the end of it but you can also look back and leave behind a life filled with meaningful content and lots of love.
Hi Wiebke, I hope you're doing well this morning.
What I've always liked in all your writing is how deep and specific you can get about the piggies personalities. Me and Marti are the same, we talk about their character, their body language, their facial expressions (which indeed they have), their likes and dislikes, their similarities (a few) and their differences (often many). I could go on for hours talking about them, is just that aside from me and Marti talking to each other, we don't really find much understanding on the receiving end. That's one reason why the forum has been so valuable.
So sorry about little Dryw, you have a big heart going through many losses and still feel each new one the way that you do. But when you have similarities with a previous piggie, I guess it can feel like you're also losing that one again.
I know that, along with the pain of not having Olivia in my daily life anymore, this loss is stirring up memories of losing Nocciola, who was the other piggies with which I had an extra strong bond, and of losing Matilde in 2023, in a very similar situation to what occured with Olivia. I was home alone for a week, Matilde was bleeding from peeing and was getting progressively worse in the course of the week. I had to feed her constantly while a tooth infection was making me scream from the pain, all while Martina was away because she had a family emergency in Italy. Matilde passed away when Martina was 30min away from landing back in Birmingham. It was very traumatic for both of us.
I can say looking at me and Marti today, that the adrenaline has left. We are both running on fumes, bursting occasionally into tears, which makes us even more tired. If I learned one thing is that I need to allow this process to happen, whatever shape it takes.
We have had a young boy reserved from a rescue earlier in the year. We postponed picking him up to after our holiday in March. Then Olivia started bleeding, and the vet recommended waiting for her to improve. When she did improve 10 days ago, the vet gave us the greenlight to pick him up after Easter, so the boy is waiting for us to pick him up this weekend.
On one hand this boy has waited enough and he deserves a loving home, plus our remaining piggie Ginny is not very social with us, which means eventually she will need companionship and shouldn't stay a single piggie. On the other hand obviously, everything is so raw right now that we question what we should do.
My angle is that the little boy has waited enough, and we can have the mindset of him being a boarder for now, and let whatever should happen, happen. It is not ideal, but nothing about this situation is ideal. I'd feel good giving a loving home to the little guy, and I know I'd feel good if Ginny can be happy again with a companion.
If I have to be honest part of me also want to break the silence in the house asap, but I want to make sure I go through the grieving of Olivia properly, without trying to take shortcuts, as that would not be right for such a love of my life
