He was lovely, around 6 years old (he was adopted in 2006 do we don't know exactly how old, but he was about a year then) and the friendliest little chap in the world. He was good friends with my two staffies and they used to sit together on the sofa and play together. The dogs were in awe of him, it was so funny! They're really down now, they must sense it.
I took him to the vet for the first time in his life on Monday because I was worried about his eye being sore. The vet said he was in good health after a general checkup. He had a shiny coat after a bath and a groom at the weekend, and nice trimmed nails. I cuddled him a lot this week, I kind of knew this was coming despite there being no real signs.
Felt so sad when I found him today. Lots of crying. Burying him under the pond at sunset with roses and a clean, warm towel in a special box.
Soppy and pointless thread I know, just wanted to share. RIP little piggy.