When I was little, I had always seen people with pets, and I had been thinking about having one of my own pet that I can play with. Because I was living with my grandparents that my grandfather just hated animals and we did not really have that much spaces, so that my wish could not likely come true. The state of having a pet in my mind did not vanish, I kept the thought with me up to the time of moving to live with my parents.
The house my dad bought was huge which was perfect for having a pet, so I planed to buy one somewhere, but I did not get much opportunities until a week of holiday. It was a Wednesday as I remember, I went shopping with my mom because the sales of the holiday. While she was checking out the store, I looked around, there was a pet store right across the road, so I rushed out as quick as possible. Inside the pet store, there were so many kinds of animals, such as totoros, squirrels, hamsters, rabbits, and dogs. There was a cage beside the door that attracted me right away that there were two cute little pigs inside, my brain told me that the pigs was what I truly wanted. I asked my mom to buy one of them for a present which she did because even she was first time seeing a live pig.
I named my pig "Dudu" which means the sound pigs make in Chinese. It was a two month old boy. He looked so cute with a wet, flat nose, small eyes like peas, and pink skin with black spots on it. Dudu was very active that he could run around all day play with me, but when he sees food, he forgets everything, rush to his food and eat all. I was totally engaged with his relation that I made him a his own bed which was a cardboard box with towels inside and I put it beside my bed where I can see him. I think he liked it.
Dudu really liked to go outside for a walk after meals, so I would bring him out with a dog leash, but he dominates me every time that he had so much strength to drag me around our house. Beside our house, there was a park. Every time I went out with him, there will be a bunch of people gather around and check out the pig because nobody gets a pig for pet. People would take pictures with him, play with him, rub him, and give him some snacks. Soon, Dudu was famous around the community, that almost everyone knows that there was a small pig, and I even saw a picture of him on-line. Because I was having the holidays that I could always play with him. We had such a good time, I enjoyed it, but I was so engaged that I forgot to take pictures. A few weeks later, he could go out himself and walk, so he runs out all the time, but he could always find the way back. Once, the guards of our community saw him go out, then a man was holding him tried to go somewhere, but the guard stopped him and brought Dudu back for us, it did alarm us to keep an eye on him. About a month later, the true one happened. One day after lunch Dudu went out for a walk as he usually did, but he never came back. My family went out searching for a whole day, asked a hundreds of people around, and checked all the places he would go, but there were no signs of him. I went self-destruction that I did not eat for 3 days after he was gone, I really liked him, and I really thought he was my friend.
It has been 6 years since I lost him, and I got a German Shepherd after, but I have never forget about him. His image inside my brain was still very clear and lovely. I can still remember the time we spent together, all the fun things we did, and how was he act like a part of the family. It was him that I changed my thoughts about pig, about how they live and how they think with emotions and feelings that we should respect. Now, every time a see a pig on TV or Internet, it reminds me of my PIG PET, Dudu that I would become depressed for a period of time. I would never forget him because he had always be my best pet and my best friend.
PS: If he is still alive, I hope he will have a wonderful life, and I want to say, I MISS YOU, PLEASE COME BACK.
