After a real rough month or two, we lost our sweet piggy last night about 10:45pm.
A week ago, he had surgery for a benign abscess, and it seemed Rufus was recovering nicely, and had gotten back his appetite after a few days of hand-feeding. However, right after I gave him his meds last night about 7:30, he made a couple of strange noises then began showing signs of something like a stroke.
I feel extremely fortunate that I was here when it happened, and was able to hold him and comfort him over the next three hours while he slowly passed away.
He was a very lucky pig. We rescued him from an animal shelter four years ago, and since then spoiled him rotten. He was an ideal pet. He was my daughter's study buddy, snuggling next to her while she did her homework. He would curl up with my husband or I with a blanky and a treat while we watched a movie, and would fall asleep if we rubbed him between his ears. He was always happy to accept a carrot snack from visiting friends and family, and would sometimes even ring a bell on one of his toys when he felt he was overdue for one.
I am so very sad. I will miss him terribly.