More rain. More mud. More scooping of the poop. And sadly our little piglet is not doing so well.
His diarrhea is back and worse and I am force feeding him – all in the matter of twelve hours. He will not drink and though he still plays a little he soon takes himself back to his warm bed.
He is back on his medicine but he never refused his food before.
This was little piglet yesterday evening. Good as gold and showing off.
I will keep feeding him hourly. Just little bits of fluid and some cereal in between but the diarrhea is the worst kind – transparent – so I am preparing myself.
He is very cuddly now. Where he never was before. He is sleeping very peacefully in the crook of my arm as I write.
How I wish I had better news.
I was very careful to wash and wear gloves in between farm work and piglet but maybe I brought something back in. Well, he walks on the same floors as the dogs so he certainly was not in a sanitary environment.
I will keep trucking on but there you are. My blog promise to you has always been truth. Even if the truth stinks.