A childhood friend has a birthday this week. It got me thinking about my favorite birthday as a kid. On my eighth birthday, my best friend, Cynthia, gave me a runt piglet. He required bottle-feeding much to my delight. Whenever I got the chance, I snuck him into bed and cuddled him all night. The only photo I have of him is from the back, so here’s a work in progress of Porky and me.

I know I’m a few days early, but Happy Birthday, Cynthia…I’ll never forget the precious gift you gave me all those years ago. Happily remembering pet bliss.

I couldn’t help it. Porky was so little, he really needed a nighttime snuggle.