I left last night at around 1 in the morning to drive to Wallace, North Carolina. The last thing I saw before leaving was my three happy girls laying together so cozy and content. But, the pigs in Wallace are not so happy. They are laying in their own filth. Their bodies are broken from a few years of abuse and torment. They had baby after baby. Their bodies weakened and atrophied from not being able to move, walk or stretch. Confined to small stalls where they could merely lay next to their babies for a few short weeks before they were taken away only to have the process started over again (and this is standard practice for nearly all pigs used for food production).
And when they were no longer as useful to their tormentors, they were taken to this holding pen where the pictured pig was pictured looking terrified. Many sit for up to a week without food or water. Some die before they are taken to slaughter. All suffer. And why? So that humans can eat something for a taste they crave.
But, how do we justify treating these living beings as mere objects? They share so much in common with us. They desire to live, be free, and care for their young. It becomes far more disturbing when you realize the question is not what you will eat, but rather 'WHO' you ate. Enlighten others to the reality that we have a choice every day to cause suffering or not. Choose to eat something, not someone.
And you can help us get some of these pigs to a real sanctuary to help spread their story so that someday no pig will suffer this fate!
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