I couldn't help but think the worst when I dozed for half an hour this morning, and realised I hadn't heard my Ozzy moving around or eating or even the click of his water bottle that bugged me so. Unfortunately, my worst fear was realised.
I can't help but blame myself. He hadn't seemed himself, but he seemed a bit happier midweek so I put off going to the vet. I was going to go today.
Now, I'm pigless. It seems weird. I've had four pigs over the years, since I was about 7 or 8. Ozzy spent most of his life inside with best pellets, good veggies and loads of loving. I'd like to thank
GPC for that. It's purely down to you guys that he had the chance to live in the lap of luxury.
I can't really believe it. Pigs have been a wonderful part of my life. There's something about their chunky little bodies, their wheeks and the sound of happy munching on spring grass. There was something about Ozzy too. The way he heard the stairs creaking and wheeked like a madman until someone came. He'd lick my hand and scamper round my room when I let him out, the way he forgave me if I had to give him medicine or bathe him. Animals have a way of forgiving, forgetting and helping you without even realising.
It broke my heart when I saw him lying in the loft, looking as though he'd gone up the ramp to hide under the blanket, but he couldn't quite make it.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse? ♫♥
And now, what I whispered to you every morning and night. I forgot to last night.
Sweet dreams, Ozzy. I love you.