That our poor old Tane died earlier this week. I am so sad for us and so glad/sad for his release.
He was a good old fellow- I know that in the larger scheme of things and especially at the time of global stress and anxiety and illness, and death, losing a pet pig is small. But there you are.
Tane died in his sleep – deep in his straw bed with Tima his warm fat wife cuddled in beside him.
Tima is still lost without him – she lies outside their home looking inside during the day. The last few nights she has taken to sleeping in the same room as WaiWai, though he is not the cuddling sort. I go in and cover them both up at night. They both say thank you.
I am what my Mum used to call crying tired.
Not enough help at the mill and everyone so grateful for flour. And losing my kunekune boar who had a bad hip and the sweetest disposition.