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I recently lost my best friend Arnold in an automobileaccident while moving my family to our new home inArizona. Arnold was an 8-month-old pot belly whotaught me so much about love, devotion andcompanionship. I am devastated by his loss, butthank God daily for blessing me with the joy ofhaving Arnold for his short life.

Anyone contemplating a pot belly as a pet shouldknow that if you are a true pet lover and devoteyourself to them

, a pot belly will make the mostwonderful friend. You will be assured of endlesshours of fascination and entertainment as you both grow together in understanding thehuman/pot belly relationship. Words cannot describe this relationship and it can only be fullyunderstood by experiencing it.

Arnold didn't know he was a pig -- he thought he was just another member of our family --modeling his behavior through observing me, my wife, my two daughters and our beagles. Hewas convinced he was loved by all; and he was, even when he was ornery trying to just getour attention. He learned his name, how to sit and how to use the litter box all in the first weekwe had him (at 7 weeks old!).

He loved to sleep on your lap as you sat on the couch watching TV. He didn't care if he grew toweigh 45lbs, he still expected you to hoist him onto your lap at precisely 8:00 pm everyevening where he would fall fast asleep within seconds after snuggling his wet nose betweenyour neck and shoulder. If you didn't respond to his initial "honks" letting you know it washis nap time, he would bump your legs with his nose until you picked him up. With his weight asit was, you couldn't hold him all evening as he preferred, so you had to slide him off onto thecouch next to you where he would sleep for hours with all four legs and his nose stickingstraight up in the air. He would snore as long as he could feel you next to him but wouldimmediately wake up if you tried to leave the couch. We had hours of fun balancing objects likea salt shaker on his flat nose while he slept soundly.

Arnold helped me in all my chores around our five acres in the country. Just being there at myfeet, interested in what I was doing made even the most mundane tasks enjoyable. When hewas out roaming and foraging and you would call out his name, he would come running at topspeed, honking the whole way until he got close to you where he would dodge you, zigzaggingaround with a few victory roles turning in circles before settling down and calmly walking up toyou with his tail wagging as if to say (winking) "hah, got-cha."

He even helped me build a kit aircraft and a customized trailer to haul it around in. I wasplanning on taking him flying with me some day. He loved to play with my sockets and rolledthem around on the shop floor. Just as I would struggle and get frustrated with some difficulttask, Arnold would show up underneath the trailer, with his wet nose in my ear and honking --seeming to say, "take a break and laugh with me for a while, that should make it all better." Andit did, every time. God's marvelous creations minister to us in the most special ways if we canjust stop for a few moments and observe them. God used Arnold to teach us this veryimportant lesson in life which we will never forget.

My wife and two daughters began to say that Arnold and I were so close that he had becomethe son that I never had in our family. It seemed that we could no longer have any kind ofconversation in our family or with our friends without Arnold being a main topic. Theneighborhood kids would make appointments to come visit Arnold and couldn't wait to comeover and play with him.

Arnold went most everywhere with us--Pet's Mart, Wal-Mart, birthday parties, Christmasvacation to Grandma's. He loved riding in the car/shopping basket and was a big hit everywherehe went. Arnold had become such an important part of our life that when we found out that ourfamily would have to move to another state, we insisted that the contract on our new housebe contingent on the homeowners' association approval of Arnold in writing before we wouldagree to purchasing in our prestigious neighborhood.

On the day we left our old home town, we had a going away lunch with our friends from church.Everyone there just had to go out to the truck where Arnold and all our other pet were and saygoodbye. Arnold trusted me to take care of him and get him to his new home. Tragically, alongthe way, the wind blast from a semi knocked our trailers out of control and pushed our truckoff a 40' bridge. We lost a big part of our family that day when our pets Arnold, Sweeti andLeanna were killed. I feel terrible for not being able to protect Arnold the way he trusted me to.However, I will be forever grateful for the fond memories of him which I will cherish forever.

Thank you for reading this and allowing me to share some of Arnold's life with you. If youdecide that a pot belly is the right choice for you both, I pray that you will be rewarded in thesame way my family was with Arnold.