We've had a tense week because one of our furry ones is in the hospital. Meet Godzilla. He's ten years old and weighs just over 600 pounds. He had a rough start because his mother died during childbirth and he was the only one of his litter of ten that did not find a new mommy. We gave him that name because we wanted him to have something strong and powerful in his life to get him through the hard times.
Here he is, still at the vet's office in 1997 where we had to keep him for three days on antibiotics and fluids to get him healthy before we were able to bring him home. He's three months old here and weighs just eight pounds.
Of course we had to bottle feed him for some time after we got him home. Here I am at one of his many feeding times.
Here he is with our other pig, Sophie Marie having some dinner. She now weighs 750 pounds, by-the-way and is powerfully missing her mate right now. Until this week I don't think they slept apart more than three or four nights in ten years together.
Our Christmas card in that magical year of piglets, titled My Donna And Child. Sophie was going to be the model but she was too squirmy so the always well behaved young man got to be the Chosen One.
Fast forward to Godzilla as a grownup. In this undated photo he enjoys an afternoon in the pond. Pigs don't have sweat glands in their skin, as you may know, so they roll around in the mud to cool off on hot days.
Donna took this one of him on Thursday, the day of his surgery to cut out some skin cancer from his ears. We tried to kill the bad cells by having them frozen at a clinic in Washington on two prior occasions but they came back. Why? Because cancer sucks.
This time we found a specialist in central Oregon to do this hopefully more permanent solution. He needs to remain there for another week for follow up chemotherapy. Donna stayed with him to spend the days in his stall and read aloud to him both Charlie And The Chocolate Factory and Charlotte's Web. Godzilla loves story time. And vanilla wafers.
I drove down yesterday and was so happy to see him up and around. This treatment is uncomfortable but his pain is well managed here at this facility and if we can take him home next weekend and the cancer does not recur it will have all been worth it.
I don't know much about prayer or good vibrations or whatever is supposed to help the sick in times like these but we would very much appreciate any good thoughts you can send Godzilla's way. :)