May 5 is the day that we celebrate Jumble’s birthday. Tomorrow, she will be one year old. It’s hard to believe that she was a tiny, furious, judgmental little Abyssinian sow that could fit in the palm of my hand. It’s even harder to believe that someone could throw out a litter of piggies like they are trash. And it’s unbearable to think that she is the only one who survived.
But I want to give thanks from me and on her behalf:
My gratitude for my boss for rescuing Jumble and bringing her to us. She is still furious and judgmental, just a lot bigger.
My gratitude to this forum for giving me a desperately needed crash-course on cavy care. I had no idea how complex they are.
My gratitude to our local rescue, MGPR, for bending over backward to educate us and help us get two more wonderful pigs, Triton and Oink.
My gratitude to the embrace of the universal Love, which kept Picckalo alive despite him being so severely abused.
My gratitude to everyone here for the stories of joy, sorrow, and hope, which keep my thoughts in perspective.
And, my thanks for the revelation that there is nothing quite so uplifting as a couple of kilos of piggies sitting on your chest while you lie down on the couch, with them wheeking softly and reminding you that you are not, in fact, in charge anymore.
Anyone else had their worldview changed by piggies?
But I want to give thanks from me and on her behalf:
My gratitude for my boss for rescuing Jumble and bringing her to us. She is still furious and judgmental, just a lot bigger.
My gratitude to this forum for giving me a desperately needed crash-course on cavy care. I had no idea how complex they are.
My gratitude to our local rescue, MGPR, for bending over backward to educate us and help us get two more wonderful pigs, Triton and Oink.
My gratitude to the embrace of the universal Love, which kept Picckalo alive despite him being so severely abused.
My gratitude to everyone here for the stories of joy, sorrow, and hope, which keep my thoughts in perspective.
And, my thanks for the revelation that there is nothing quite so uplifting as a couple of kilos of piggies sitting on your chest while you lie down on the couch, with them wheeking softly and reminding you that you are not, in fact, in charge anymore.
Anyone else had their worldview changed by piggies?