Wesley came into my life in January 2022 after being found abandoned in a box at a park. Just a couple of weeks old, he quickly stole my heart and became part of the family. Even with the challenges of dippity pig syndrome, when I stayed by his side and even wrote him a song I still sing to him today.
Nearly four years later, he’s thriving—spoiled, happy, and living his best life. He gets warm veggie stew in the winters and does mud-hole zoomies in the summers. Though I recently lost my place, rehoming my “kids” was never an option. Wesley now lives at a friend’s ranch with my three goats, where he rules the roost as “Wesel-Mania,” body-slamming his goat companions like a true wrestler. He loves strawberries, tomatoes, booty scratches, and being the boss of his little world. Through all the ups and downs, he remains my precious little man, and I’d do anything for him.
