The Airlines wouldn't let me board a flight with my Emotional Support HONEYBADGER!!
So I don't feel sorry for this guy.
If I had an emotional support pig, I’d name it “Bacon.”
When I was a kid on the farm our pigs were named Pork and Chop. With those allusions our parents were assured that my four siblings and I would have no illusions.
Actually, by the time the bacon cured we had forgotten where it came from and the hams and shoulders just came from the freezer.