I haven't logged on in a long time so sorry to pop up unannounced. Sadly I've come home from holiday today to find out that my beautiful little fluff-pig Thor had to be helped over the Rainbow Bridge while I was away.
Thor was one of 8 surprise babies 4 and a half years ago, when my two original lady-pigs, Pixel and Widget, came into our lives from a dodgy farm breeder unexpectedly pregnant. Thanks to friends and a few forum members, all babies were rehomed but there was something about Thor that I couldn't bear to part with, so as soon as he was old enough he was neutured and reintroduced to the ladies after the quarantine period. There he remained, strutting shamelessly around the cage (even more so when Freya joined the herd from a local rescue), always making sure he was stood in the hay tray when fresh hay was produced and happily hoovering up fresh grass and herbs - coriander was a favourite.
We always said that he was all hair and no pig, but what pig there was under the mullet was bursting with character. He loved to snuggle and often rearranged all of the fleecy pig-bags by sticking his head in and chucking them around. He popcorned like a bucking horse - head down, back legs up - and often undertook zoomies around the cage.
My mum cared for the herd while I was away and I'm so grateful that at least Thor was somewhere familiar with someone he knew, who did all she could to make sure he was comfortable and loved. He is buried in her back garden, which is absolutely beautiful all year round.
It certainly won't be the same without the little fluff-monster. Sleep tight, Thunderpig x
Thor was one of 8 surprise babies 4 and a half years ago, when my two original lady-pigs, Pixel and Widget, came into our lives from a dodgy farm breeder unexpectedly pregnant. Thanks to friends and a few forum members, all babies were rehomed but there was something about Thor that I couldn't bear to part with, so as soon as he was old enough he was neutured and reintroduced to the ladies after the quarantine period. There he remained, strutting shamelessly around the cage (even more so when Freya joined the herd from a local rescue), always making sure he was stood in the hay tray when fresh hay was produced and happily hoovering up fresh grass and herbs - coriander was a favourite.
We always said that he was all hair and no pig, but what pig there was under the mullet was bursting with character. He loved to snuggle and often rearranged all of the fleecy pig-bags by sticking his head in and chucking them around. He popcorned like a bucking horse - head down, back legs up - and often undertook zoomies around the cage.
My mum cared for the herd while I was away and I'm so grateful that at least Thor was somewhere familiar with someone he knew, who did all she could to make sure he was comfortable and loved. He is buried in her back garden, which is absolutely beautiful all year round.
It certainly won't be the same without the little fluff-monster. Sleep tight, Thunderpig x
