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Farewell Thumbelina

Thumberlina (on the left) and Gorgon


Today we said goodbye to Thumbelina. At around 11 years old she had had a good life. We don't really know her age as we brought/ rescued Thumberlina and her sister from a farmer who had their mother and siblings running around in a barn but that's about as long as we have had them. We also got sold a litre of pig fat in a preserving jar (which we had to give back). Yes we were the gulable English!

The past couple of months old age had creeped up on her, loosing weight and slowing down she decided she was no longer going to eat the organic cereal and pea mix everyone else eats (all be it us, the cats and Sorrel) so for he past month she has had a special diet of cooked pasta, rice and oats with milk and a raw egg each morning and night. On the odd occasion I slipped in  handful of cereal just to try and tempt her but no she was having none of it. As she took so long eating she had to be shut in the barn on her own while the sheep, Gorgon and Esmeralda ate outside. It was a bit of a fight at times getting hungry big pig out of the barn (Gorgon) along with the sheep, who batter me one side and Gorgon the other as I'm obviously to slow in serving.

This afternoon Connors little pot bellied pig was buried next to the three Amigos up on the top hill under the oak trees.
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  1. anita13 March 2016 at 03:42

    Oh no poor Thumberlina - I hope Gorgon's not too lonely with just one lady friend.

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