The End of Onyx

Newsletter 2024-11-08

Onyx’s time in our house is coming to an end. His exit will not necessarily be an amicable one. He crossed the uncrossable line and committed the unforgivable sin. Worst of all, he did it in front of my wife. Hell hath no fury like a woman betrayed by the rescue pig her husband convinced her to let into the house. She won’t be making that mistake again.

Our previous disasters with Onyx were within what I would call the normal scope of pig behavior. He did anything and everything he could to steal food. I can’t fault him for that. It’s the entire point of his existence. If he outsmarted me and nabbed a variety pack of potato chips, that was my bad, not his. Lola had the same philosophy. I’m her husband. Being at fault is right there in the job description. Onyx was better at doing pig things than either of our other two mini-swine. He also had an almost human-like curiosity. Whether it was looking at his own reflection in the mirror or gazing out at the wider world through windows, there was clearly a lot going on behind those light brown eyes. As my admiration for him grew, so did his trust in us. He would flop over for belly rubs at the slightest human contact. I thought we had established a level of mutual respect between us. That’s why his next move cut so deep.