It is hard to believe that Squiggy has been gone for 3 weeks. Sometimes, I wonder if he was ever here. We have so many great memories, but it seems like he’s been gone for so long.
But then there are daily things that I do that remind me of him. For instance, I was cutting an apple at work the other day for a snack. Squiggy loved apple cores. I would bring them home for him every day.
When we walk into the house, Squiggy’s ashes are there on the half-wall we have between the Living Room and Kitchen area. The crematory gave us a glass pig that we have on top of the box that Squiggy’s ashes came in. Out of habbit, I pet the glass pig on the head and touch the tail hair that they saved for us. I am so thankful they saved that for us.
I am surprised at how emotional Todd still gets about Squiggy. He has a hard time talking about the pig-man without getting teary eyed. I am also surprised how little emotion I’ve had at his loss. I cried for a couple of days, and then I get tears at times thinking about him (like right now,) but surprisingly, I have taken his death pretty well. He WAS my baby boy, and there will be no other animal like him. But I think that I cried enough (bawled is more like it) while he was sick for three weeks to prepare me for his death when Todd was trying to keep it together.
It is hard to call our homestead a “mini-farm” any longer without Squiggy. It’s just not the same without him. We have no plans for another porker.