I don't really know what to say but today my little Chubbs was loosing the battle and I had to let him go. He was a special little pig who meant so much to me and I couldn't let him suffer anymore. He had been sick for a while, and was a regular at the vet clinic, even the vet loved him and made special calls on his behalf but she just didn't know what was wrong. I had been handfeeding him for quite awhile and he was finally starting to week for food again so I thought things were finally getting better now. He had gained weight, still a little on the thin side still but at least he was gaining. He seemed good in the morning nibbling his lettuce but when I came back from a Christmas party at 6:30 I saw him lying limp on his side and I just knew this was it. I wrapped him in a towel, cradled him in my arms and told him he was a good pig and I loved him. I will remember him as the big healthy tough guy with so much heart and attitude he won over even the non animal lovers. Pixie is wandering about her cage, looking for him I guess, its heartbreaking. My head hurts from all the crying and I don't look forward to tomorrow moring when I look in the cage and see only one little face looking up at me.