Rest in peace, Piggy, my dear little pink love.

My Little Pink Pig

Hello old friends:

Piggy died last night, January 16th, 7pm, in my arms. He had a very bad episode of arrhythmia, more violent than usual, and did not recover.

Pig communicating with his planet.

My fiance, who loves Piggy as I do, was on the phone with me while it happened. I called him as soon as I realized what was happening as it was evident from the moment it started that this would be "the big one", as Fred Sanford would say.

Grover was next to us during it (it lasted about 2 minutes) scarfing down my fried rice that I had been eating on the couch when it happened (silly boy).

Piggy being dressed up in Grover's lurve last weekend.

Piggy had just gobbled his favorite chicken baby food with some pills in it. He was SO happy all day, and the day before, too. Then he curled up next to me on the couch purring like mad. When the arrhythmia started, I held him and thanked him for choosing us and for being such a gift. I told him how much we loved him and how much joy he gave us. I told him it was OK for him to go to Vito now - we understand he needed to move on, and we would be OK, but we would miss him terribly.

My bag! No, mine!

Piggy died with his paws around my neck knowing he was so very loved. Then I took him to the vet hospital so that he could be cremated.

Piggy head-butting me the day before he died. There's Grover's ear!

Vito is the happiest kitty-ghost in the world right now, I'm sure of it. The BFFs are together again. I can't really ask for more than that. ♥

And this is why we called Piggy and Vito "BrokeBack Mountain"

Thank you for visiting this blog all these long years, even when I didn't post for very long stretches of time.  Your beloved pets, your blogs, your comments, emails, and funny, wise, gentle, loving words have always warmed my heart and bolstered me through rough times.

Piggy was on Cat Shaming for his Halloween costume this year.

Thank you for you. I appreciate it.

OXO

Allison

RIP my sweet, crazy, lovable, magical Wonder Pig! Thank you for sticking around three years past when the vets said you would leave us. We love you, we love you, we love you.

Pig at his favorite heat pole.

Aged to Perfection

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, I am so wee that I can sit in the window track instead of on the window sill.

Having never risen above six pounds, this is one of the many reasons my mother calls me The Perpetual Kitten even though I am fifteen years old and very brilliant and have lived a long, adventurous life and deserve the utmost respect!

So, respect your elders, even if they are tiny and still look like a kitten and want to be carried around 24/7 as if they were a baby and refuse to cover their poop in the litterbox.

Love,

Grover

All You Need Is Lurve

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, do you believe this nonsense? Can't a cat get any rest around here without having to witness this disgusting display of lurve surely instigated by Piggy in a lame attempt to make me jealous?!

Get a room, you two.

Harrumph.

Love,

Grover

Angels In The Morning

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, this patch of sun is only on the kitchen floor for a short while every morning and Piggy always tries to squish into it with me. 

Mom took this picture after we had just eaten our yogurt. As you can see, I often get it on my nose. How embarrassing that she didn't wipe it off before taking this shot. Harrumph.

I am, however, glad you can now know for certain that I am an angel, as demonstrated by the glowing angel wings that appeared by my side in this shot.

I think that sums it all up better than I could.

So there.

Love,

Grover

P.S. Hi. It's Piggy. Grover eats like a pig. And I have angel wings in this shot, too! So there! Love, Piggy

New and Improved Grover?

Hi:

It's Grover. OK, so sometimes I snuggle Piggy now. Like every day, really.

So sue me.

Love,

Grover

How To Spend A Rainy Day

Curl up with your best friend...or at least with someone who occasionally allows you to snuggle with him, and call it a day.

The Price of Laziness

This is why I should unpack groceries as soon as I return home; otherwise, a certain pink pig will make a bed of the unopened bag of chocolate tortilla chips and turn them into a bag of chocolate tortilla chip crumbs. Harrumph.

Satan called, he wants his weather back...

Hot as you-know-where here in NYC. Grover chooses to relax in the air-conditioned bedroom, but the silly Pink Pig refuses to stay in the cool and splays himself out like this on my un-air-conditioned office floor.

He slays me.

You Are Beautiful

Our mom has a message for y'all. Because you're beautiful, you know?

OXO

Grover and Piggy and Allison

Sunshine...On the Kitchen Floor...Makes Us Happy...

Grover, this is why no one believes you when you say you hate Piggy. Whole rooms of the tree house flood with sunlight, yet you and Piggy both squish into one small patch of it. Hmmm...

P.S. Hi. It's Grover. Listen. I was there FIRST! Harrumph. Love, Grover

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I Want It Now

Piggy woke me up at 3:45 this morning wanting his wet food. I've learned that it's easier to just get up and feed him so he shuts the fuck up and I can get back to sleep. My strategy of 'ignoring' (IMPOSSIBLE) him until I am ready to wake up, results only in my laying there listening to him howl as I stew and wish harder and harder that he'd shut the fuck up. He doesn't, and this undoubtedly leads to me screaming at him to shut the fuck up, which results in him screaming back at me in a way that sounds strikingly similar to, "BITCH, GET UP AND FEED ME!"

So, 3:45, fine. You want breakfast, stinky Pig? You got it.

Problem is, when his regularly scheduled wet food time arrived a few hours later, he expected to receive some more.

It took him about 20 minutes of me milling around the kitchen not opening another can of wet food before he realized a second breakfast was not forthcoming.

Mind you, he has dry food available 24/7. Eventually, he got the hint and began to eat it, very slowly, very begrudgingly, sitting up, tail swishing, glaring at me after every bite to make sure I sensed his annoyance.

He is so lucky that he's cute.

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother.

Lost and Found

Couldn't find Piggy for an hour. Then I did...sleeping in a lampshade in the storage area. I wonder if this is the feline equivalent to dancing around with a lampshade on one's head...

Harrumph

Oh sure, they can wake me up at 5am every day for wet food, but god forbid I want to kiss them when they are napping.

What is Love?

It's Raining, It's Purring...

The boyz know the best way to spend a rainy day.

Meanwhile, I'm building an ark...

Vito's Legacy

Comforter + Grandma Pants = Happy Boyz

Love Is Blind

Grover has a bit of a shoe fetish these days...

A Day In the Life of Grover

This is my bag. Over the past 23 minutes, I have molded it exactly the way I want it. It is mine. I love my bag! Ahh....my BAG! Uh oh, I have to go to the bathroom. Where is that stinky Pig? Oh, he's in the bedroom. OK. Good. Be right back.

Oh hello, what's this? A new bed? It's very comfortable. Ah, my new favorite thing!

Oh yeah? I'll show you whose bag this is!

I said, GET OFF MY BAG, CASSEROLE-FACE!

Mom! Stop taking pictures and get the little creep off my bag!

Like I said. MINE. Uh oh, what's that sound? I must go investigate. Piggy, if you come near this bag, I am going to tell everyone how you had to have your second bath of the week because you got your own poop all over your back legs and it was on your face, too!

Harrumph.

Exactly.

Hours Later...

Harrumph.

Piggy's Rules of Life #4

Take advantage of every opportunity to show your bits.