Last week, Shaggy lost his Scooby. Or, in my case, Scott lost his potbelly pig, Lola. 2 weeks from her 9th birthday. 6 days ago Amanda and I temporarily relocated Lola to a potbelly pig sanctuary just east of Calgary. We were gearing up to renovate our new diggs over the next 2 months, so we decided to spare Lola the stress (as we also needed to renovate her room too), then dash out upon completion and bring our girl back. Sadly, Lola passed away sometime in the night on July 17. Most of those who knew about my piggy know I adored her. Completely loved her. Head over heels. Lola was Amanda's and my daughter prior to the birth of Gwendolyn (sorry Gwen, that's just the way it was, babe). I've heard some can scoff at the loss of a pet, but I ain't one of them. It's been an extremely sad day for us all. But, my piggy had a good life, she was deeply loved by her herd (us!). We picked up her little-giant 135lbs body from the sanctuary and brought her to a crematorium in Calgary. I kept expecting her to jump to life, but sadly, even a kiss on her big, stinky cheek couldn't bring her back. I miss my stinky, grouchy pig immensely. Love you Lola -- please haunt our home!