My Piggy is gone.
I searched high and low. I ransacked my house. I had someone else ransack my house. I looked in every crack and crevice.
I showed him to my sister last Friday night. Where did he go? Did he grow legs and walk away? Did he run away because of the new pig?
I find it ironic and honestly quite scary that I just blogged about him and he turns up missing.
I am so, so, so sad. How could I manage to keep him for 27 and a half years, and then lose him in one weekend? It just doesn't seem possible.
This past weekend was the first time in my entire life that I spent the night at my parent's house without Piggy, or at least without the knowledge of where he was. This just seems like a really mean joke. Piggy is a huge part of my childhood, and I have no idea what happened to him.
Piggy, please come home.
: ( wg