From my Facebook post of yesterday:
“My Dear Winnie Pig went from us today. Quietly. Softly talking to me to the end, and I her. Our family was around and that was a blessing. Thanks to Brian Considine, our Vet and his assistant Marilyn for loving care. And to my husband who gave Winnie to me over 17 years ago. And to God, who gives us all things.
We were sharing a last trip outside (at -30 C) and a cookie together. I always will remember and love you Winnie Pig and all the fun and joy you gave us. I will miss you deeply. “
Winnie, Dad said today that somebody was missing from our home. A space where warm flesh and blood had been, a presence who oofed out from blankets in greeting as we passed. Who adjusted her bodacious body so you could belly rub all those nipples, under her arm and rear leg ‘pits’, spread her toes for feet massages, scratch down her back and just in front of her tail where no animal can reach and scratch decently. One who was my ‘Office Manager’ her cushy bed/cave being in that room. She came over for rubs and chats during the day. Every night before I retired, she got a treat. She knew when, by the shutting off of lights, dog going outside, and presented herself at the edge of her cave, ready, sometimes drooling happily. And if I forgot, oh my she would chortle and make noises to remind me.
She waded in a kiddie pool in the summer to keep cool, and ate our hayfield lawn, but NEVER flowers as we taught her the first year to don’t touch the flowers. And she didn’t. She knew NO from 100 feet and would stop. She NEVER left our unfenced yard, knew where the unmarked border was. She played tag lapping around the house with my husband. He thought he’d killed her once when she collapsed. But she was teasing and when he got close she snapped up and beat him around to the back. Smart little one.
She welcomed each new grandchild by carefully, tenderly touching and smelling with her ‘baby-butt-soft’ snouty, circling and ‘knowing’ this new one. She’d flop down on a picnic blanket on the grass, in the shade and nap with us, or lay down on the blanket beside the little girls playing dolls.
She so enjoyed the arrival of Spring, warm winds, and could find the first blades of grass springing up along the patio – with delight!
Winnie came to us at 3 weeks of age. Her mother was ill and she needed care, and I was not recovering well from a major illness, so we cuddled and slept and bottle fed in that lazy-boy chair and I got well and she got big – too big for the chair! She grew larger than we thought, but always behaved in the house and was a pure delight.
The appointment that was kept? Well all living things have a lifespan and it was her appointment time, the last day of her life with us here. I had hoped she’d go in her sleep, but that was not to be and when her pain and stroke affected body was crying for relief, it was time. So glad to have been with her every minute. I laid beside her on the floor earlier and snuggled and we talked and were warm together. Then later the vet came. Some of my children and grandchildren were here. And it was peaceful and loving and she was not alone. She was nervous with the process, and when I rubbed her heady and her leg and massaged her toes, the tension left and she really relaxed. My words to her and my touch she trusted to the moon.
Winston Churchill loved pigs. He said that “A dog will look up to you, a cat down on you, but a pig looks you square in the eye as an equal.”
What I know is that to have been loved and trusted and enjoyed BY an intelligent animal as Winnie was, is a distinct blessing. She was a companion and friend who received my love and gave it back. 17 years of loving and joy. I am a different person because of having her in my life, forever changed.
You are the best piggie ever, Winnie ~ My Piglet ~ My Darling Piggie.