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Tribute to all the pigs leaving pig shaped holes in my heart...
To my dearest Willow, you were only young and one of our two first pigs. I had no idea what I was doing but you became slowly sick and showed all the signs of ovarian cysts. We had you sprayed and things seemed better and the surgery was all good. Then months went by but you didn’t get better. Turns out you had Cushing’s disease, which no vet (even the specialist 2 hours away) had seen in a pig before. We decided to pts when your quality of life was no longer as it should be.
To Rosie, my dearest piggie and the traumatic experience of you becoming ill with bloat and stasis whilst I was hundreds of miles away. I was back the next day but despite best efforts couldn’t pull you through on syringe feeding etc. How I prayed for poops but it was too late and you were in too much discomfort. I still carry the guilt. You would answer me from whatever room I’d say your name. You were my dearest and I’m so sorry.
To Flo, you grumpy drama pig, who couldn’t be with nor without your friends, yet you were always huddled up to one or the other. You were no spring chicken but still too young at age of 4,5. You were always a bit of a grumpy old lady. Ps I forgive you for eating my hair!
To Agnes, the pig on top of the world. Jumping out of the c&c cage, sleeping on top of the pigloo. Letting me cut your hair. Never nipped me once. Sweet quiet steady Agnes. You were 5 and your kidneys had failed, and your heart was on the way. I probably could’ve done more but I didn’t want your last weeks to be driving around the country and being forced meds. You died happy, although perhaps a week or so too soon. I am sorry and hope you know I loved you.
To Moo(-Moo). That hurt like I’d forgotten how much it could. You’d been with me for over 6 years, but I wasn’t ready even though your heart had been going for a while despite vet care. You nearly died at age 1,5, not long after I adopted you from an abscess infection. The only time I ever begged the vet to give me the meds as you were too ill to travel with me to the vet office. You so nearly died, I remember holding you and thinking you’d pull through the hour or you wouldn’t. 6 years later, You’ve been with me through my rough times in life and you were the one that I could sit and cry with, and you’d always lick/nibble my hands or face and love me and snuggle up in the same spot every time. I know have a pig shaped hole in the crook of my arm and I miss you so much. The decision to pts was easy - you told me, you kept putting your head in my hand in a way which at the same time freaked me out as much as it gave me the signal. I’d never experienced that but it was special and thank you.
To all of you, I’ve made some mistakes and tough decisions but I hope you knew that what i did I thought was right for you.
To my dearest Willow, you were only young and one of our two first pigs. I had no idea what I was doing but you became slowly sick and showed all the signs of ovarian cysts. We had you sprayed and things seemed better and the surgery was all good. Then months went by but you didn’t get better. Turns out you had Cushing’s disease, which no vet (even the specialist 2 hours away) had seen in a pig before. We decided to pts when your quality of life was no longer as it should be.
To Rosie, my dearest piggie and the traumatic experience of you becoming ill with bloat and stasis whilst I was hundreds of miles away. I was back the next day but despite best efforts couldn’t pull you through on syringe feeding etc. How I prayed for poops but it was too late and you were in too much discomfort. I still carry the guilt. You would answer me from whatever room I’d say your name. You were my dearest and I’m so sorry.
To Flo, you grumpy drama pig, who couldn’t be with nor without your friends, yet you were always huddled up to one or the other. You were no spring chicken but still too young at age of 4,5. You were always a bit of a grumpy old lady. Ps I forgive you for eating my hair!
To Agnes, the pig on top of the world. Jumping out of the c&c cage, sleeping on top of the pigloo. Letting me cut your hair. Never nipped me once. Sweet quiet steady Agnes. You were 5 and your kidneys had failed, and your heart was on the way. I probably could’ve done more but I didn’t want your last weeks to be driving around the country and being forced meds. You died happy, although perhaps a week or so too soon. I am sorry and hope you know I loved you.
To Moo(-Moo). That hurt like I’d forgotten how much it could. You’d been with me for over 6 years, but I wasn’t ready even though your heart had been going for a while despite vet care. You nearly died at age 1,5, not long after I adopted you from an abscess infection. The only time I ever begged the vet to give me the meds as you were too ill to travel with me to the vet office. You so nearly died, I remember holding you and thinking you’d pull through the hour or you wouldn’t. 6 years later, You’ve been with me through my rough times in life and you were the one that I could sit and cry with, and you’d always lick/nibble my hands or face and love me and snuggle up in the same spot every time. I know have a pig shaped hole in the crook of my arm and I miss you so much. The decision to pts was easy - you told me, you kept putting your head in my hand in a way which at the same time freaked me out as much as it gave me the signal. I’d never experienced that but it was special and thank you.
To all of you, I’ve made some mistakes and tough decisions but I hope you knew that what i did I thought was right for you.
