06/04/2026
June 4th 2023, my Charlotte got up in the morning, ate her oatmeal and late in the afternoon she told me she was done fighting. My first big pig, my best friend, my soul mate - every simile for ‘my heart outside of body’ applies here. She’s been gone longer than I had her, which is the most cruel thing I can think of. Sometimes she comes to me so vividly in my dreams, that when I wake up- I feel like I was just with her. In some ways it is a solace and in others it just makes her being gone feel more bitter. I have accepted that my connection with her cannot be repeated or compared. If you know me well, you’ve maybe heard me say before that I will never ever move from this farm- Charlotte is here. She is here indeed..never seen- but felt, dreamt about and heard. She is resting well❤️
