YAY – Welcome to February’s Bacon’s Show and Tell. This month my brother Easy suggested to share the story about the day you (or your humans) were born. This time around, I’m going to talk about the day I was born. Alright my friends, bundle up around the keyboard for an adventure.
“It was September 15, 2011. My mom, Bertha, was in the barn in Bruxton, Georgia. I remember the world being dark and then all of a sudden there was light. I felt hay underneath me and I could feel my mom. Her tongue started lapping at me and when she did, I let out my first squeal. I was the last born in what they call our liter. That was my first thoughts of being in the real world.
As a couple of days passed, I realized that my mom had her hooves full with my brothers and sisters. And those brothers and sisters, they looked so much bigger than me. They bullied me around and I learned real quick last one that saddles up to breakfast is the loser. And unfortunately my little piggy body didn’t have the strength as the others.
I remember the farmers coming in the barn and watching a lot for the first couple of days. They would whisper and point at me so I knew they were discussing what would happen. The lady farmer finally said she had enough and took me into what she called the big house.
The big house was awesome. The lady farmer was so nice and would feed me with a bottle some mushy stuff. I assure you – this kind of service was a lot better than fighting with my siblings for the breakfast buffet with mom. As the days passed, they said I got stronger and stronger. I even adapted to living indoors and being held. At that time, I even thought I had it made.
But everyday the farmers would come in and say that my siblings were being adopted out to families. All except for me. They kept calling me a runt. I wasn’t sure what that was but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was a good thing. The lady farmer kept saying there would be a day that my forever family would come for me too. We just couldn’t give up hope.
Then one day, the lady farmer got a phone call. It was some woman inquiring about piggies. The lady farmer told the woman they only had one left that was a runt – but the piggy was so cute and loving – but looking for their forever home. The woman asked the lady farmer to send her a picture and she did. A short time later, the woman called back and I could hear her voice and how she oohheed and awweed over the picture. After they hung up, the lady farmer told me that my forever family was coming for me the next day. Who would have thought?! I was the last to be born and the last to be adopted but I was going to have a family too. But then I stopped with the excitement. What if they didn’t like me? What if I didn’t like them?
I hardly slept at all that night – part in anticipation and part regretting having to leave my first home. Then, the moment came. The woman on the phone showed up and I recognized her voice. OMP! As soon as I saw her, I was in love. The lady farmer showed her how to hold me. Once I was in her hands – it was like heaven and coming home. I crawled up to her neck, breathed in a deep smell of her and gently went to sleep. The lady farmer told my new mommy that meant I loved her. And, we have never looked back again.