Never has there been a more plucky, lovely, friendly, curious and happier pig than our Hershel.
He was always well loved, cared for and fed. He welcomed each day with a few oinks, a couple of chews and a bit of squealing. He was a little saucy at times… it was our favourite part.
It’s crushing to know that we’ll never hear Hershel’s happy noises again. My eyes fill with tears knowing I’ll never scratch his favourite spot behind his ears or give him a belly rub.
Hershel has left us to join Autumn, Gus, Misiu, Gizmo and many more over the rainbow bridge. He has left a hole in our hearts and our lives.
He managed to touch so many lives…
… and not always the human kind…
To help mend the pieces of my broken heart I picture Hershel in a soft warm place where he can eat endlessly without gaining an ounce. Where there are no unnecessary head-butts or diets.
The water is always clean and fresh, the grass is always the best spring kind, the grains are plentiful as are his friends.
At the end of his day Hershel will crawl under the down comforter upon a soft mattress to sleep curled next to the people who have passed along.
…. some friends are forever…
Sweet dreams Hershel…. we hope you know how much you will be loved and missed.
Love forever and always,