Rest in peace tiny man – we will miss you, but we’re very lucky to have had you for as long as we did.
Porker, along with his three siblings, found his way to my parents when he was four days old. The mama chihuahua had died giving birth (not a backyard breeder, just an irresponsible owner who didn’t see the need of spaying or neutering her dogs) and a woman had put out a plea on the radio station for someone to help bottle-feed them. My mom, being my mom, called in and offered to help.
And that’s how four chihuahua’s ended up on the farm.
They were supposed to go back at eight weeks, but eight weeks passed and my mom offered to keep three. When you bottle-feed a four-day old animal for eight weeks, they have a way of growing on you.
My parents kept three – Stripey, Porker and Baby Girl. Baby Girl died nine months later – she just wasn’t put together right. She lived a full nine months, and Porker wasn’t expected to last much longer.
Bad kidneys and a bum knee where just a couple of the ailments that plagued the tiny dog. But Porker held on and spent his days sleeping, playing and watching SVU re-runs.
On Sunday, Porker had taken a turn for the worse – he just wasn’t himself. My mom spent yesterday at the vet while tests were run, X-rays were taken and blood was drawn.
We has an ultrasound scheduled for this morning – my parents were determined to help find out what was wrong with Porker.
But Porker was done. He died this morning, but he went in peace. Sleeping next to his brothers and sisters – he just went to sleep and never woke up. You couldn’t ask for a better death.
I haven’t lost an animals since working at the CHS, so I figured when I did, all my experience with death would have built up an immunity. But it hasn’t – I’m still sad. Sad for Porker and sad for my family.
But it did teach me to appreciate that Porker died at home surrounded by everyone who loved him. So many animals come to the CHS with a euthanasia request – owners too cash-strapped or cowardly to be able to do it themselves.
I am sad that Porker is gone, but not sorry. He lived a fabulous life much longer than expected.
Porker went downhill so fast that I never got to take any last photos of him, but I thought he deserved a post to himself! Below is a photo taken last fall. Porker was a bugger who hated my camera – he moved surprisingly fast – even for me!
Have fun at the Rainbow Bridge tiny man – say hello to everyone for me!