Long story short, I have a pet pig, yes that's right, a pet pig. We got her when she was 3 months old. We asked for permission, rented house, and were told 'there's no reason why not', by a member of the housing team. We loved our little girl, her name is Reu, short for Reuben, because she's a girl.
A few months passed then we had a follow up with regards to the request for permission for her. Well, here it all begins. Seems the person who had given the 'ok' was a junior that strangely no longer worked there. We most certainly could not house a pig at the property under any circumstances. Bit late at this point, seeing as how she had been living with us for a month or so.
The letter came ordering her rehoming, the fights on the phone, the emails. I tried to suggest it was a mistake on there behalf, quoting what we had been told in the beginning no luck.
After months of hassle we found her a new home. It felt like my soul had been ripped clean away from me. I've always been attached to animals rather than people and I really took to this little girl with all my heart. I've always found it easier to relate to animals rather than people, at the time I had no idea that I could be on the spectrum.
We found out a couple of weeks after she left that the new owner's partner had, shall we say mistreated her. We were sick. We made arrangements to bring her back, informing the housing team of what had happened.
Time went on and we heard nothing. Piggy settled back in with us and we were all so relieved to have her home and our family felt complete again.
Months later a letter arrived. Final order to remove her or face eviction. I was so tired, so worn out from fighting this. I threatened to get a solictor involved.
Just a year ago wife had a breakdown and was diagnosed with bipolar. It shock our family to the core at the time. So by this time I had nothing left in me.
Eventually my mum stepped in. She took piggy to live with them, which satisfied the housing team and meant we still could see her whenever we wanted, my parents live just the other side of town.
The one piece of good news, from my point of view anyway, and sorry if it seems vindictive, but the next time I spoke to the housing team I discovered that the person I had been dealing with was, mysteriously, no longer available and later we were told he 'no longer works for us'. Me threatening legal action got him the push because of the way he had dealt with it.
It still breaks my heart and is ever present in my mind that she's not her with us. It just reinforced my distrust and dislike of people as it was a person who forced my beloved pet away from me.
Now I understand what being on the spectrum can mean in terms of how i bond with people and animals, it makes sense but it still hurts me so deep.
Sorry, wasnt as short a story as I suggested at the beginning.
