I am the proud owner of a baby pig. I got him for my 11th birthday last week. I have named him Piglet. He was the runt of the litter and is finally doing better than he was. I thought for sure he was gonna die, but we managed to save him and now other than being tiny, I think he's turned the corner.
Piglet is white with pink ears that stand straight up and big, dark, dark eyes with long lashes. He is extremely cute. He is learning to eat from a bottle; it is rather messy when he eats (he seems to get more on him than in him!), but at least he is learning. It's a slow, ongoing process, but one of these days, Piglet will eventually "get it". Or at least I'm hoping he does ...
My Uncle Trask was the one who gave me Piglet. He figured that the little guy didn't have much of a chance, so he gave him to me, to see if I could do anything to save him. Well, I have apparently done my job right because Piglet is still here.
I know that Piglet will require much supervision, but I really don't care. I love him already. He is my responsibility, and I will do all I can to make sure that he grows up into a healthy pig. I'm just glad I don't have any brothers or sisters; that way, I can devote all my time to my baby pig (in between school and doing chores, that is).
My parents say I'm a fool for taking in a runty pig, but hey: a pig deserves to live just as much as any other pet and I want to prove to my parents that even though I'm still a kid, I can be responsible. So there you go.
I don't know what the future holds for this runty little pig, but I will do all I can to make sure that Piglet makes it!