I should've known that Little Plow wouldn't be strong enough to make it through a night outside with momma. Maybe I did but I was tired. I knew that he would have to be on his game to make sure that he didn't end up crushed under Ruby when she went to bed.
When I came out to feed him this morning, he had passed. His little body was buried under some of the straw bedding. Without much pomp and circumstance, I tossed his little body as far out into the juniper and sage as I could. My hope is that the coyotes will find him before the dogs.
Now there are ten piglets.
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