A True Pig Story by Shirley Howard
This is the memoriam I sent to friends and relatives:
Gordo was brought home in September 2003
He and his sister, Babe, were 3 weeks old.
The previous owner was going to throw
them out because they were part wild hog.
I couldn't stand it and I brought the pair home.
Gordo was injured in November 2003 and
taken to the vet. His hip was hurt and I had
to give him shots twice per day to help him.
He never recovered but he did father Ethyl's first litter.
He was a sweet pig and will greatly missed as he
left this earth April 17, 2006.
He is survived by his owner, Shirley; his wife, Ethyl; his children,
Gracie Allen, Hambone, Teddyboar and Lucky. He has two daughters
that were adopted out and live in Kileen. He has 3 grandchildren,
Little Ethyl 3, Brewster and Alvin. He was preceded in death by
a son and daughter that died at birth and 5 grandchildren that died
shortly after birth.
Gordo will be missed beyond belief and I hope that he is with the
God of Pigs in heaven.
Internment will be in the pet cemetery on the home place.
I have a story about Gordo my half pot belly and half wild hog.
In September of 2003, a man was going to throw out 2 little
black baby pigs at the age of 3 weeks old. They were
half black pot belly and half wild hog. I couldn't
stand it since I already had 3 at the time and fell in
love. Babe was solid black and Gordo had a little
blotchy pink and black nose. As they grew up, the wildness
in them would never let me hold and touch them but they liked
being fed when I held the bowl.
Ethyl, Fred and Bobaloo took these little orphans under their
wings as did my cat, Star. Wherever the pigs went, there
was my little Star Kittie faithfully watching out for
the new arrivals.
In November, I noticed that Gordo was laying in his bed and
not moving. I finally got him and took him to the vet
(of course the vet could handle him with no problem).
She didn't see any real problem but he did have a
noticeable limp in his hind leg. She gave me shots to
give him daily. He lived in a pen I built on my back porch around
the large dog house (dogs got kicked out). I put Babe in
the pen with him and a light in the house for warmth.
He seemed to get better and he went on his merry way after
about 3 weeks of nurturing and being fed up with the
enclosure.
I scheduled him to be neutered and he went through that well. 2
months later I couldn't figure out what was wrong with
Ethyl. I had to take her to the vet and she got a
sonogram. Figured out what was wrong. Gordo had
fathered babies at the age of 3 months old. Must have
been right before I took him for surgery. You have to
remember I did not know they could breed at 3 months old. They were
my first pigs.
As Gordo grew, he still had a slight limp in his hip area. He
did not seem in pain but after nearly 3 yr., it became
very bad and the vet only thought it was arthritis
from the injury. (They are only vets that do exotic
animals around this area).
On April 17, 2006, the decision was to let Gordo rest in peace
as it was best for him. His suffering was becoming too
great. I still have 11 black pots (8 part wild hog
because of their dad) and 1 white true mini. They are
my love and my life.
Bobaloo could not be found this morning for
feeding. After searching, I found him lying on Gordo's
grave and he is still there after 4 hrs. He will only
eat and drink there so I take it too him until I can
fence the area off. So sad.
