Pigmet has Surgery

I knew that something was not right with Pigmet when he stopped going on treasure hunts.  Soon after that he stopped digging for potatoes, and I became seriously concerned. A day later, I found him turned to the corner, a blank stare on his face.  I  asked him what was the matter. "I'b just thinken," he said snuffily.  I felt his little hanky and it was completely wet.  "What are you thinkin' about, Pigmet?" I asked.  "About all the people who can't walk anymore, and how much I want to fix them all!!" he cried.

Now Pigmet, just like the rest of us, usually likes to give out what he himself really needs most. I felt his little legs, and I noticed they were very soft.  He was suffering from osteomalacia, secondary to too much loving and cuddling.  He said he did not want to tell anyone because "everyone has all their worries of their own."  But when he collapsed on Saturday night, he knew that frolics in the woods were a thing of the past.  He sighed, and looked for things to do nearby. He said to me that he knew "that health goes away from everybody eventually, but I am sad that it is me this time."   "Pigmet," I said, sometimes we all just have to trust the Universe." and I waved my hand over him and put him into a deep sleep.

While he was sleeping, bronze rods were inserted into his legs and up into his body.  They were firmly attached at both ends, placing his legs at friendly angles to the ground.  The operation was a resounding success!

Pigmet is still recovering and on pain medication, but he is mending fast.  “I am so thankful that I do have legs,” he says.  “I think now when I go for a treasure hunt, I will always save some treasure to take for people who cannot hunt by themselves.”

Pigmet continues to be an inspiration to those around him.

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