But first, here is the picture Lori sent me of Wai. I have not seen him myself so this is all I know. He is staying in a crate pen in her basement so it is hard for her to get a good shot. This poor pig is so terribly fat I am very much looking forward to getting this pig outside so he can add exercise to his recovery regime.
Here is the story of Wai in Lori’s words. (She calls him Johnny because he had no name – Jonny No Name).
No other pigs’ story has pulled at my heart more than that of Johnny, a two year old potbelly found left to die.
A couple on vacation happened to come across Johnny in Kentucky. With much coaxing, the owner agreed to relinquish him to their care. He was then taken to Purdue large animal hospital.
His platelet count was low and every move of this large boy that took place bruised him. His skin, opened with sores and places that had sores were now covered with what felt like armor holding the infection inside. Grossly overfed, Johnny had become fat blind, and the eyelashes have actually curled inside the eye itself. He is 170 pounds. His legs weak from trying to hold up the extra 80lbs that he is carrying, (note from C: think of 80 extra pounds of butter strapped around your middle) he stopped attempting to walk at all. Johnny was thought to have a blockage in his bladder or rectum but after a scope, nothing was found but infection. It took two weeks of a catheter before the infection was under control enough for him to urinate on his own. His organs had all taken a toll and though neglect was evident, why would his body be in this bad of shape? Prognosis was that his diet ( he was left with bags of chicken or goat feed) also had rat poison in it. Amazing how someone would leave their animal to die and still when help arrived, they did not want to let him go. They would prefer he just die.
I guess downsizing animals meant whatever wasn’t sold at auction meant that it would be left for death.
Johnny while at Purdue should have responded better, however he had given up and went into depression as pigs often will.
For now, he heals indoors and is still depressed. His spirits are lifted when he can be visited by a friend who brings her duck by. Even just farm sounds playing in the background gives him a little more pep.
He remains loving though he’s been treated horrid and will come over to people when he hears them. He even will give a snout kiss.
As the infection and poison works it’s way out his pores, Johnny’s skin peels showing good growth for the new coming in.
Jonny No Name, who now has the name Wai, is coming here tomorrow. If the vet gives him the all clear. One of his eyes has begun to open – there is just a triangle of space for him to maybe see a little. We have some work ahead of us with this boy. If there are any other vet interventions needed the Foundation that funds Lori’s rescue house will pay for them.
Yesterday Aunty Anna was dropping strands of mucous after she stood up. This is a very strong indication of pregnancy, plus I really do think her udder is beginning to plump up. If she is bred her first date would be the 19th of this month – but I am fairly sure that will not be the case. Maybe in three weeks from then. You will remember that Aunty Anna is a Hereford/Shorthorn cross so if she is pregnant and all goes well she will feed her own calf. I will not be milking her. She is too wild.
Who knows when her date will be. I am not sure about the 23rd now, unless things happen very fast like they did with Lady.
I am picking the new raspberries. They are an old variety that starts off red and goes almost black when they are ripe.
Someone on instagram was telling me the old name of this variety when my phone spat the dummy. The screen froze. Now the phone is sulking in a bag of rice waiting to go to the phone shop but I really do not have time for a few days so it will have to wait.
Thunder and lightning again last night. They even had a severe thunderstorm warning. This seems silly to me – a storm is obviously going to have severe components or it would not be called a STORM. Is there such a thing as a mild thunderstorm. Boo is spending a lot of time in his anti- thunder wardrobe hiding his head amongst the hems of my coats. He takes heed of all the warnings.
Tomorrow our new girl Rosie arrives. Just in the nick of time.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Weather Forecast: Good. .
Sunday 06/18 20% / 0 inCloudy skies early, then partly cloudy in the afternoon. A stray shower or thunderstorm is possible. High 81F. Winds W at 10 to 20 mph.
Sunday Night 06/18 10% / 0 inMostly clear skies. Low around 60F. Winds WNW at 10 to 15 mph