You are nothing short of a miracle. We will never forget you. My kids would be devastated without Pig and so for that we are forever thankful and grateful for all the help you guys have blessed us with. ~ Pig’s Mom
My kids and mom were crying—hard. But at the same time they were loving on me like crazy. All evening, they cuddled me and kissed me. We played with my favorite feather toy. At least as much as I could—I was in too much pain to play much. I felt so important. But I felt funny too. Something was wrong. Why were they crying and so upset? I wanted to comfort them but I didn’t have the energy. I felt all stuck and had these shooting pains. I kept squatting to pee but nothing came out. I did it right in front of them so maybe they’d know I needed help.
My name is Pig, btw. No, not like the farm animal. I’m actually named for Ron Weasley’s owl from Harry Potter. His name is Pigwidgeon. He is loyal and helps his people, just like I do.
When I was little, my kids helped to keep me alive. Their dad found my brothers and sisters and me and started feeding us milk through this dropper thing. Whenever they came over, my kids did too. They were kinda my mammas.
As I got older, I tried to do the same for them and our mom. I comfort them. Snuggle them. Do silly things to make them smile. When they walk by, I roll on my back and give them my belly. They say I look like an otter. What’s an otter? As long as it’s cute, that’s OK by me.
Good news! I’m not hurting anymore. I’m starting to get back to my snuggle duties. I think it’s cuz I went to this scary place where they poked me and put me on machines and stuff. All I know is I’m happy to be home! I’ll let mom tell you the rest of the story.
Message from Pig’s Mom:
We lost Pig’s littermate last year to a urinary blockage. I couldn’t afford the surgery. My kids were heartbroken. So when it happened again—this time with Pig—it brought back all the previous grief and trauma. My son just kept saying, “But mom, he’s my baby”.
When they left for school both kids said their final goodbyes. Fast forward to when my daughter got off the bus and walked in to find him home and comfortable. There was lots of screaming and happy tears. I wish the folks that give you money could’ve been there. They’d never wonder after that if they were making a difference.
You are nothing short of a miracle. We will never forget you. –Pig’s Mom
Pig Update:
It was traumatic all over again when Pig started having symptoms a day after getting home. It would be even worse to lose him after we thought he’d been saved. We are so very thankful that Ellie’s was able to help with the continued surgery after Pig reblocked. We all had our fingers crossed that the catheter would work the first time around but unfortunately he blocked back up. The kids are so incredibly happy and home. The first question Friday after school was, "Where is Pig?"
Eden rode with me to pick him up Saturday and sat with Pig in the back seat talking and loving on him as we got home. My kids would be devastated without Pig and so for that we are forever thankful and grateful for all the help you guys have blessed us with. ~ Pig’s Mom
