By Danielle Higdon
Tank was just a little 15-pound pig I picked up from craigslist on a whim. I didn’t know then, but he would show me the world of animals. He became, Tank the 150-pound pig, who became an important journey in my life.
It has been one year since the traumatic event that took place in my new homes living room floor. What I thought was going to be a relaxing Saturday, watching movies with my pets and enjoying the fact that Tank had beat Bacterial Meningitis… became the worst day I’ve had to go through. I still…
It has been four years since Tanks passing. Its an anniversary date I have a hard time with the week before and the the second I wake up, the PTSD from that day haunts my mind and my heart as I recall why this day is so important to me. BUT I’m here to talk…
“Pigs aren’t our whole lives….. they make our lives whole” Well, the pigs out of the bag… I’ve finally healed my heart and have had the opportunity to get a new piggie in my life. I believe things happen for a reason and God knew what he was doing. Everyone meet Dixie-Tilly. The newest addition…
I’ve been thinking all day about how I should write my last post on this website. Should I be depressing and talk negatively? No that won’t help. Should I write it in such a way others will feel connected to it? No because I won’t be. Should I write this post about every great memory…
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