Schwartzy Piggie Has Gone Home
Schwartzy died today and I was with him. He went peacefully and felt no pain. The compassionate vet, who had saved his life in February, was the one to help him to go Home. She said it was evident he'd had a severe stroke, but he was not in pain, but just wasting away slowly, even with all my extra care of him everyday. He was a very stubborn and strong willed little guy. He wouldn't let go any more than I could, this long month. He patiently waited for me to understand it was time to let him go, bless his sweet little heart.
I spent yesterday with him as much as possible, holding him and grieving. I have him ready for burial in a box with his favorite foods, some medallions, and I have candles lit in vigil for his Journey on my altar.
When DH gets home, we will bury him by our maple tree, where his other piggie pals are.
There's just no easy way to face a fur friend's death. I am remembering all his happy antics, though, and that makes me smile a little. May he be meeting up with his piggie pals: Brian, Jeordie, Rivet and little Elfin and may they be happily munching in some beautiful meadow somewhere, squealing and purring and zipping about. Bright eyed, sassy and happy!
He is the last of the little piggie friends to go Home. There won't be any more. At least not for a long while. It's just so heartbreaking with their short lives. Love has nothing to do with size or length of life, of course. Ironically, I am grateful for the long siege of bursitis because it kept me home, spending more time with Schwartzy, and helping me read the signs and understand what was happening to him, and finally, that it was time for my final gift, to help him go Home. Funny how that works, sometimes...
I miss him so much! Safe Journey to you, my little friend. SchwartzenPig, Schwartzy Poo, Piggie Poo. Petunia Pig. Wiggle Pig. "Ants in your little piggie pants" piggie that couldn't sit still for long and was always busy, busy, busy. Making tunnels in your hay piles or rearranging your food dish. Or hiding in your boxes or running through your plastic tunnels in your playground on the floor. :D Bless you, little one! And thank you for your life and your presence. :)
I spent yesterday with him as much as possible, holding him and grieving. I have him ready for burial in a box with his favorite foods, some medallions, and I have candles lit in vigil for his Journey on my altar.
When DH gets home, we will bury him by our maple tree, where his other piggie pals are.
There's just no easy way to face a fur friend's death. I am remembering all his happy antics, though, and that makes me smile a little. May he be meeting up with his piggie pals: Brian, Jeordie, Rivet and little Elfin and may they be happily munching in some beautiful meadow somewhere, squealing and purring and zipping about. Bright eyed, sassy and happy!
He is the last of the little piggie friends to go Home. There won't be any more. At least not for a long while. It's just so heartbreaking with their short lives. Love has nothing to do with size or length of life, of course. Ironically, I am grateful for the long siege of bursitis because it kept me home, spending more time with Schwartzy, and helping me read the signs and understand what was happening to him, and finally, that it was time for my final gift, to help him go Home. Funny how that works, sometimes...
I miss him so much! Safe Journey to you, my little friend. SchwartzenPig, Schwartzy Poo, Piggie Poo. Petunia Pig. Wiggle Pig. "Ants in your little piggie pants" piggie that couldn't sit still for long and was always busy, busy, busy. Making tunnels in your hay piles or rearranging your food dish. Or hiding in your boxes or running through your plastic tunnels in your playground on the floor. :D Bless you, little one! And thank you for your life and your presence. :)