E.B. White and a different pig

E.B. White writes about a pig that isn't named Wilbur, but is, nonetheless, some pig. 'I spent several days and nights in mid-September with an ailing pig and I feel driven to account for this stretch of time, more particularly since the pig died at last, and I lived, and things might easily have gone the other way round and none left to do the accounting.' More... (Via)