to have given up his own fight.
I have gotten more freshly squeezed, organic
carrot juice along with another cup including
spinach and parsley plus the pulp from each
juicing to entice him to begin even tasting
solid food, yet he remains uninterested.
Nor have I eaten, so once I have, I will
spend the afternoon feeding and loving Raj.
The vet never called back about the Baytril
but who cares? They take it, they die.
They don't take it, they die.
They just die.
Raj was the one whose prospects were
brightest but since grief can kill the
hardiest pig, and I cannot put a new
baby of any kind in with a sick one,
there is no way to comfort him with
a new friend...I will be carrying him
around in the pouch of a thick, fleece
half-zip anorak like a kangaroo with
her little joey. But if losing Coconut
impacts him hard enough...?
"Breathe in Pain.