Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.
For the funeral of the pig named privilege. (AKA Stripe & miss piggy.)
It only lasted 6 months or so, when 8 years is supposed to be possible.
She had a visit to the vet when she stopped eating on Friday, and said vet suggested a university specializing in gerbils. So we headed straight there & privilege spent this last weekend in the university hospital, being treated by a leading veterinary surgeon/professor.
We found out via blood tests & other examinations, that the pig with a guinea, was inbred, hence suffering many different serious afflictions from this.
It is possible that her mother and father were brother and sister.
The shop responsible deny all knowledge of this, but have been reported anyway to the correct authorities in this area.
Even if it the shops supplier, someone needs to stop inflicting such a horrible living on animals.
This maybe a very easy way of making money fast, as the resulting off spring are guaranteed not to last very long, leading to more sales to upset parents of upset children.
To avoid this happening again, we are adopting a pig from a specialist at said university, one that at least should live to the grand old age they normally live to, ensuring my daughter is fully grown, probably no longer interested in said animal, and hopefully at university - before said new pig shuffles off this this mortal coil.
R.I.P. Miss piggy, you will be missed (but not at 3 am when you were trashing your cage).........
Amen.