Piglet

First and foremost, I want to say that I cannot imagine the pain and grief of those who have lost family members to the recent swine flu--n1h1. My sympathy is with them.

Second, I would like to go on the record as believing it's much better to be prepared for something that never happens than to be caught by surprise.

However, I have gone just about crazy with all this swine flu news. Good grief. How many people die per year, per month in Mexico from the drug wars? How many people died in a millisecond after the tsunami? How many people will die this week from malaria? (Small aside--I suspect that we Westerners don't care much about how many people will die this week from malaria because we know it won't be us.)

And what about all the little piggies of the world--misrepresented, misjudged, and maligned? I have just read that the pigs are now getting flu from us humans instead of us getting flu from them. Shocking!

So I coped in the only way I know: first, I ate chocolate. Then, I made a softie. Meet Primrose, the petite pig. Did I ever mention I love alliteration? Isn't she great?

I made her from a couple of shirts Stinkerbell could no longer wear--and I've still got fabric left over. Now to keep an eye on her and make sure she stays well.