Buffy wandered up to a house looking for resources, no different than a stray cat, and she got VERY lucky. Pigs in Tennessee don’t often find people who are willing to let them bed down in their landscaping until they can find them some help.
Once we arrived at the property, we put out a trap (nothing fancy, just a crate with some treats), and it worked beautifully. We very safely secured Buffy and transported her to her forever home at Odd Man Inn. At the time of rescue, Buffy was just a wee babe. Full of mange. Scared. Cradle to grave… know that term? It means we do everything at all stages of life. It’s far more common that people send us their elderly, the huge, the obese potbellies, and the ones who are injured and require enormous medical expenses. It’s RARE that we rescue an actual baby.
We had many lovely suggestions for a name, but our caregiver, Christa, is the one who chose this time. She gave her a girl power name full of sass and strength. It’s particularly fitting for a forgotten little baby who was very fortunate to have survived the ordeal of being abandoned. Many people have asked if she had siblings, and the answer was likely, “yes.” Pigs don’t leave one another behind, so the unfortunate assumption is that they didn’t make it. Survivors like this are pretty rare, and to have one end up inside the walls of a sanctuary happens even less frequently.
Buffy got the Sanctuary Babe Special, including vaccines, a microchip, and a spay at the University of Tennessee. She is making herself at home in the MedBarn Neighborhood, where she is proving to be very fond of all snacks and is eagerly awaiting treats from the Secret Snack Garden.
Welcome to Sanctuary Babe life, Buffy!
