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October 15, 2004

We put the little Annie down. I think she was 2 or 3 years old. She was full of cancer.

Annie was one of the little tiny pigs that was rescued out of a nightmare situation in Utah. Many of them died before they got help and many died the day that help came.

The night BFAS rescued them, they did not think that Holly, Annie's mom, would live through the night. She did.

Their horror stories came to an end and BFAS sent them to me. The first 5 ones came in April. Then Holly and Annie came up after July 4th. She never did appear to be "right" to me. There was always something wrong, but I did not know what it was. Then she began deteriorating, losing weight, getting bright red spots on different parts of her body, then the tumor on her jaw was the most prominant indication of a very serious health issue. She would eat, but not fight for her food like most piggies. She would stand with her head down, tail between her legs, eyes closed and cry. I could not let this go on any longer.

Annie never let me pet her or touch her. She always kept a "safe" distance between herself and any humans. Today, I petted and loved her, while we let her go at 4:30p.m.

I could not stop crying. I left my crate and everything at the vet and drove home. I fed the babies and went straight to bed.

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