When I was like 18 I made the mistake of buying a Pot Belly Pig. My sister had this phase when she was younger and my girlfriend (stephanie) at the time was a big supporter. So for my sisters birthday I bought her a baby potbelly pig, I build a giant version of a litter box for it, and I brought it over. (Black female pig we named Oprah) Yeah we are racist bastards, but its hilarious so get over it. For a few weeks... she loved it. Once she started to have to pick up after it, it quickly lost its appeal, not to mention it grew very quickly. After a few months we moved it out to my girls house, she had room for it and a pen outside with plenty of room. She kept it for about a year and it got pretty big...
One day I get a call from her mom, something is wrong with Oprah, had some kind of horrible infection and had maggots inside her eye. We really didn't know what to do, but Oprah was in some kind of pain and wouldn't let me or anyone else touch her so we figured best to put her out of her misery.
Shot her in the head with a 30-06, close range. 5 second period of silence... Then suddenly she is up running and screaming and I shot her again and finished the job. Tough bitch.
When Stephanie got home and heard we shot the pig... She wouldn't talk to me for days other than crying and telling me she hated me. So be very careful... Even though the pig was fucked up, I was the asshole for killing it.