You are my favorite dead fetal pig and I want to apologize for everything that happened to you today. The things you went through were truely dreadful and I can't even imagine how you must have felt. So, I'm so sorry for tying you down and exposing your predeveloped under side. I'm sorry for breaking your jaw and I'm sorry for getting under your skin and I'm sorry for ripping your poor little heart out. I'm sorry they turned your liver blue and that you endured pain as if someone was ripping your teeth out. I'm sorry you never got to meet your mother or frolick in mud puddles or eat grub with your brothers. I'm so sorry dear Wilbur. So so sorry. I hope you're in heaven and I hope you're as happy as a pig in, well you know how the saying goes.
With Love and Sorrow,
Maran Catherine
poor Wilbur...
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