Remembering the Porcine Princess

Wynonna took ill on Monday. The dear girl had some sort of episode wherein she stopped breathing

for about a minute; she then lost control of her back legs and went rapidly downhill over the next 48 hours. 

It was clear to me it was time to let her go, and the wonderful folks at the vet clinic saw to that Wednesday afternoon. 

I will pick up her ashes and return them to the ranch tomorrow. Thank you, Ethel, for that fine idea.

The prospect of having to dig a large enough grave was daunting.

Wynonna lived to be 18 years and 4 months – I had her all that time minus her first 8 weeks.

Look very, very closely and you will see her little pink tongue sticking out.

She was the family trendsetter.

Back in 1996 when she and the internet were young, I believed what I read online and 

spoonfed her beer in order to get her to relax so I could trim her hooves. She forgave me.

I've often been asked why I had a pet pig. 

What's not to love about this smiling face? She was a constant source of joy and amusement.

She loved her life in the barnyard, even when the chickens would give her a hard time.

She was a shameless flirt...

...and loved posing for the camera.

She pursued comfort at all times, whether it was in the water tub on a hot summer day...

...or relaxing on the beach with a frosty beverage.

Above all, Wynonna knew how to relax.

She had a wicked stinkeye.

There's that smile again.

She had her own pig palace in the barn...

...and often dressed for breakfast.

She shared her wisdom with anyone who would listen.

Such a funny, funny girl.

Rest in peace, my sweet Wynonna.