One of my boys passed away yesterday. I’m utterly heartbroken. He was 5 and a half so I knew this time was coming but I’m so devastated. They were being looked after by MIL as we were visiting my parents (just found out my dad has cancer so I needed to see him). I feel even more terrible because from what she said I think his back teeth may have been causing him an issue and I hadn’t noticed. He’s always been lighter than his brother so his weight didn’t seem much different. He seemed to be eating but he could have been hiding that well. I just feel like the most awful piggie parent, if I had have been around more he might still be here.
We buried him this morning in a peaceful, sunny spot in the garden with some dandelions and carrots. I just wish I could give him one last little head scratch and see him popcorn again.