Sadly yesterday we lost our little Harriet. She developed scour, which seemed to slowly cause her decline. It took us both by surprise how suddenly her body stopped compensating. While we knew that orphaned piglets don't always survive, after 3 good days with her, it started to feel safe, like she would overcome.
Her little 1.5 pound body fought so hard and we dearly miss her. While farm life brings about lots of new adventures, it's the losses like this that rip at your heart.
We placed her outside the window in the wildflower garden so she can stay close by, as she dearly loved to snuggle. She would constantly crawl into our laps, especially at night when she was supposed to be going back to sleep. She was amazing at stalling for bedtime. She'd nuzzle her soft, pink nose into your body with her little tail wagging with delight.
She slept like a log in the dog crate, even with the vacuum cleaner running right next to her. She would wake up, use her "toilet box", then you'd hear "click, click, click" as she ran around the wood floors, searching for you. Our favorite was when she turned into a little shark and would "chomp, chomp, chomp" everything from the dog's paws to your face.
For such a tiny creature, she certainly brought an incredible amount of joy to our home. Words can't quite express the impact that she had on us in the short amount of time that we had her. She was such an unexpected blessing, arriving into our lives and then so quickly departing that it hardly seems fair.
Rest peacefully our dear, sweet Harriet.
