Hello, Biggles here.
I don’t know what to say, really. I miss Neville. Locksley misses Neville. I don’t know what Ludo thinks, but maybe he’ll tell you next week.
I like what Mummy said about Neville cuddling her, lying along her arm like usual and being stroked by her, and then later she realised he wasn’t breathing any more. She said he looked very peaceful and rested. And he’s gone to join Roscoe, who he missed so much.
She let us each sit with him for a while, but she said Locksley didn’t really understand, didn’t know how to say goodbye, and Ludo didn’t seem to realise he was next to Neville’s body at all. I was the only one who really cuddled up to him, told him secrets, and wanted to stay with him longer, when Mummy asked if I’d like to go. I miss him so much.
Yesterday Mummy talked to me about Locksley and what to do about him, because he’s very lost and lonely. I don’t think it’ll work if we try to live together, and I don’t think Ludo’s changed much yet. Although he is changing. Mummy’s asked me to sit next to Locksley and talk to him more, so I have been trying. He’s not bad really. He’s growing up, so I suppose I should give him another chance.
On the other hand Mummy said maybe it would be better if we could find a lonely pig who would like to live with Locksley. There’s something called boar dating, trying to find another boar who Locksley would get on with for the rest of their lives. It would be better for him to have someone nearer his own age. Maybe that’s the way forward.
Anyway, we’re still adjusting to not having Neville with us. He was sort of the centre of everything, while being quiet and amiable to everyone. Mummy’s missing him too. And now we’re a new Hampshire Three.
I hope Ludo has something nicer to talk to you about next week. Oh, and Mummy worked out that we’d be in mourning till December 23rd. So Christmas will be late this year.
See you soon, and thank you for all your nice messages. They mean a lot to us.
PS Mummy’s got a nice short story about him on her blog today.