If the day Edgar Alan Pig came into my life was one of the happiest, and the day he left the saddest, then what came in between was the most meaningful. Every day of my life with Edgar was a gentle reminder that we come into this world with lessons to learn and lessons to teach. The good student quickly realises that we cannot become better until we do better, and when it comes to our treatment of animals, we certainly can do much better.
And who better to teach that pigs are fun-loving, playful, endearing, have a wicked sense of humour and no interest in becoming bacon, than a pig. Edgar did this and so much more, most admirably on his sojourns to the local park. I will never forget the time I took him to Melbourne and on seeing a pig in a park on a lead, dozens of squealing schoolgirls descended from nowhere. I started sweating wildly – but for nothing – as Edgar cocked his head to the side and offered his famous raucous belly grunt, which caused his stomach to dance madly and take on a life of its own, which in turn caused the girls to squeal even more. However, amongst the squeals I heard words that will stay with me forever “oh my, I’ll never eat bacon again…”
Gosh, I have so many Edgar stories that always light up my face with a sentimental smile, like the day, sans our good fencing, Edgar decided to take himself for a leisurely walk down the road. My mum setting off to retrieve him armed with all the apparatus she needed to haul a 300 plus kilogram pig home – a bag of treats. Cherish I will forever the sight of two of the most significant persons in my life ambling serenely down the road together. Every few strides mum tossing a treat just a metre or so in front of Edgar, and he gently shuffling towards it, picking it up with his magnificent lips (yes, pigs do have the most magnificent lips, check them out next time you see a pig) and looking skyward he would savour its deliciousness like the connoisseur of cuisine pigs are. If my world were to end tomorrow, that’s the image I want to hold to.
Edgar packed so much into his short, joyous, seven year life, but sadly all good things must come to an end. It was on April 20th, 2016, that six years ago to the day, that he left me to carry on, his mission complete and mine just beginning, but guiding me all the while has been the most important lesson he ever taught me: the power of kindness. Oh, and that pigs cannot turn around in narrow passageways, however that story will have to wait for another day.