Bobby was a thirteen-year-old Hampshire. He was a massive old boy with terrible arthritis and gnarly old feet. He loved the swamp. He loved his family. He loved snacks. Just recently, we watched him eating a pumpkin and marveled at how magical he was in his very old age. He passed peacefully, surrounded by his pig family in his favorite spot in the worldā¦his home. He was a super dominant alpha in the Feral Neighborhood. He was probably pretty fierce as a younger manā¦because he was fierce as a grandpa. May they all live as happily and peacefully as Bobby did.Ā
