GoinBackToCali
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I got messages, people want details. So here goes.
When I went to bed last night, I went and checked on Mr. Piggles.. he was cold, so I put the heat lamps on him. He warmed right up and stopped shivering.
When I went in, Rocky the rabbit had a bit of a head tilt.
I went to bed and prayed for both to be kept safe. I just had a bad feeling. I thought the worst was over with the pig, and I really felt Rocky would finally succumb to his cold.
I woke up at 6:20, and instantly felt the need to go check on Mr. Piggles. He had pooped!! GREAT!! He had eaten!!! Wonderful!!, he was laying by his feed with his head on his feet, looking like he was peacefully sleeping. The other pig started oinking at me, which usually rouses Mr. Piggles. He never moved, so I called to him, nothing. I watched for chest movement, nothing. So I climbed in, and he was gone. I just kinda sat there for a second, and ran into my husband.
He was usually long gone to work by this time. Today he was being lazy. He was as in as much disbelief as I was. He immediatly commented that Blake can't bury him. And got up, we forked off on the path to the 2 barns, I went for the shovel, he went to the pens. I stopped for a minute in the darkness, and watched this big gruff muscley man looking at this pig, and I heard him quietly mutter, *Mr. Piggles..please get up..please...*
Gawd, now I am crying just reliving it through writing it..
I held the flashlight, he dug the hole.
The rain began to fall.
I asked him if perhaps we should let Blake be a part of it, for closure on his part.
He left it up to me, since I am Blake's... well.. I dunno what I am... I know I am his mother, but I am his guardian, his protector, his confident, his mediator, his champion, and his number one biggest fan. When the pieces of my son fall apart, I am there with tweezers and glue.
So I made the decision. I went and sat on his bed, quietly shook him awake and told him. He immediately asked if he could help, and was dressed within literal seconds. I followed him out the door, he went to the pens, I went to Ricky, who was still trying to dig thru the Texas clay. We didn't speak, Blake came toward us, carrying his wee pig.
Ok.. massive tears again... dang and I am just writing about it..
I went in, to leave my son and his father alone with their grim task. I just thought it was something they needed to do together.
I watched out the bedroom window. He kissed the pig on the head, laid him in the hole, took the shovel from his Daddy, and finished covering him up.
By this time Ricky was massively late for work, he took the youngest to school and headed off to work, which left me with Blake. I waited for the crisis... the break down......it never happened. We spoke briefly about it, and I told him that I wish I could fix it for him, and I wish the pig lived. He said.. wise beyond his years, and I quote * I wish he was alive too momma, I could wish on a 4 leaf clover, but it's winter, and the fields have been plowed over....it'll be alright* (Yes I realize this is a loosely adapted line from a Kenny Chesney song, but it floored me that it came out of my son's mouth). Everyday my son delights and amazes me, and makes me thankful that with proper guidance, medication and support system, I have my baby back, and not the child who at one point was a sure candidate for institutionalization.
I so love my son, my firstborn.. I know this will not be the last time this exceptional child will delight me and make me proud.. I know I have so much more to look forward to. He once was lost to me, lost to the world, unreachable. Now he's 14 and comforting me.
By 9AM, all of our tight knit 4H club knew, and knowing Blake's history, more people than I can count called and came by, worried about Blake's state of mind. He shocked them as much as he shocked me. They all commented on how far he has come since his days of a volatile unpredictable child that people feared.
Where are we now with the death of Mr. Piggles? My cousin Eddie, the Evil Rabbit Overlord, was the first to call... he already located Blake another Blue Butt pig. I told him I wasn't interested in spending more money right now, he would just show the Hamp. (I spent $400 on the pig, $200 in start up feed, $250 in vet bills and meds, not to mention the time off from work my husband took, and the gas for a Hemi to go to a vet 45 miles away.) He said, and I quote * I didn't mention price did I? Scrub the pen and Clorox it today, and the pig will be there tomorrow night. Let me do this for him*
(Eddie is the evil rabbit overlord, but he fixed my son, and my son fixed him, and they will always be connected.. but that's for another blog, assuming people get this far into this one, and wanna read another).
I hate Eddie... I always have.. He is the family black sheep... and I am the family fainting goat...but, I love Eddie... truly I do.
So that's where we are at.... I think me and Ricky are more upset...
Thanks for letting me get these emotions out, I feel better. Thanks for the IM's.
Now if we just had some news on Flashy...
Zin
Who has swollen red eyes after writing this..:bigtears:
When I went to bed last night, I went and checked on Mr. Piggles.. he was cold, so I put the heat lamps on him. He warmed right up and stopped shivering.
When I went in, Rocky the rabbit had a bit of a head tilt.
I went to bed and prayed for both to be kept safe. I just had a bad feeling. I thought the worst was over with the pig, and I really felt Rocky would finally succumb to his cold.
I woke up at 6:20, and instantly felt the need to go check on Mr. Piggles. He had pooped!! GREAT!! He had eaten!!! Wonderful!!, he was laying by his feed with his head on his feet, looking like he was peacefully sleeping. The other pig started oinking at me, which usually rouses Mr. Piggles. He never moved, so I called to him, nothing. I watched for chest movement, nothing. So I climbed in, and he was gone. I just kinda sat there for a second, and ran into my husband.
He was usually long gone to work by this time. Today he was being lazy. He was as in as much disbelief as I was. He immediatly commented that Blake can't bury him. And got up, we forked off on the path to the 2 barns, I went for the shovel, he went to the pens. I stopped for a minute in the darkness, and watched this big gruff muscley man looking at this pig, and I heard him quietly mutter, *Mr. Piggles..please get up..please...*
Gawd, now I am crying just reliving it through writing it..
I held the flashlight, he dug the hole.
The rain began to fall.
I asked him if perhaps we should let Blake be a part of it, for closure on his part.
He left it up to me, since I am Blake's... well.. I dunno what I am... I know I am his mother, but I am his guardian, his protector, his confident, his mediator, his champion, and his number one biggest fan. When the pieces of my son fall apart, I am there with tweezers and glue.
So I made the decision. I went and sat on his bed, quietly shook him awake and told him. He immediately asked if he could help, and was dressed within literal seconds. I followed him out the door, he went to the pens, I went to Ricky, who was still trying to dig thru the Texas clay. We didn't speak, Blake came toward us, carrying his wee pig.
Ok.. massive tears again... dang and I am just writing about it..
I went in, to leave my son and his father alone with their grim task. I just thought it was something they needed to do together.
I watched out the bedroom window. He kissed the pig on the head, laid him in the hole, took the shovel from his Daddy, and finished covering him up.
By this time Ricky was massively late for work, he took the youngest to school and headed off to work, which left me with Blake. I waited for the crisis... the break down......it never happened. We spoke briefly about it, and I told him that I wish I could fix it for him, and I wish the pig lived. He said.. wise beyond his years, and I quote * I wish he was alive too momma, I could wish on a 4 leaf clover, but it's winter, and the fields have been plowed over....it'll be alright* (Yes I realize this is a loosely adapted line from a Kenny Chesney song, but it floored me that it came out of my son's mouth). Everyday my son delights and amazes me, and makes me thankful that with proper guidance, medication and support system, I have my baby back, and not the child who at one point was a sure candidate for institutionalization.
I so love my son, my firstborn.. I know this will not be the last time this exceptional child will delight me and make me proud.. I know I have so much more to look forward to. He once was lost to me, lost to the world, unreachable. Now he's 14 and comforting me.
By 9AM, all of our tight knit 4H club knew, and knowing Blake's history, more people than I can count called and came by, worried about Blake's state of mind. He shocked them as much as he shocked me. They all commented on how far he has come since his days of a volatile unpredictable child that people feared.
Where are we now with the death of Mr. Piggles? My cousin Eddie, the Evil Rabbit Overlord, was the first to call... he already located Blake another Blue Butt pig. I told him I wasn't interested in spending more money right now, he would just show the Hamp. (I spent $400 on the pig, $200 in start up feed, $250 in vet bills and meds, not to mention the time off from work my husband took, and the gas for a Hemi to go to a vet 45 miles away.) He said, and I quote * I didn't mention price did I? Scrub the pen and Clorox it today, and the pig will be there tomorrow night. Let me do this for him*
(Eddie is the evil rabbit overlord, but he fixed my son, and my son fixed him, and they will always be connected.. but that's for another blog, assuming people get this far into this one, and wanna read another).
I hate Eddie... I always have.. He is the family black sheep... and I am the family fainting goat...but, I love Eddie... truly I do.
So that's where we are at.... I think me and Ricky are more upset...
Thanks for letting me get these emotions out, I feel better. Thanks for the IM's.
Now if we just had some news on Flashy...
Zin
Who has swollen red eyes after writing this..:bigtears:
