Petunia

Petunia was a potbellied pig and she was smarter than half the people I know. She came when called. She did tricks. She could open the gate with her nose. I ain’t even mad about it. She had this oinky squeal when she got excited. And she loved belly rubs. Like a dog, I swear. She’d flop right over and demand them. Everyone laughed when I told them she slept inside, but when it’s winter and she’s curled up on a blanket snoring like a tractor, it’s kinda nice. She lived for apples and peanut butter toast. She once stole an entire sandwich off my plate. Not sorry at all. She got sick this spring. Real slow. Vet said not much we could do. We buried her at the bottom of the paddock. She liked it there. She was loud and pushy and smart as hell. I loved her.