09/02/2026
Imagine looking at these sweet faces, these girls who are only looking to be loved, and thinking you want to eat them.
This morning, someone we hired to trim our trees was here and noticed we had pigs. I said yes, they’re our pets. He said “oh, they’re your pets? I want to eat them!” I told him that was a horrible thing to say…and he laughed at me.
Maybe it was nervous laughter, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m not blind to the fact that most of the country eats animals. It’s a fact that brings me pain daily. But most people who have seen our pigs have been genuinely curious, wanted to meet/pet them, and have been respectful.
I also recently learned we have some family members who joke about our animals being food. People we know. People we assume care about us. It’s upsetting and disappointing. Infuriating, really. We have sacrificed a lot to save a few lives.
I know the animals in our care are happy to be here. They’re loved. They feel safe. And that’s all that really matters, but I wish more humans would at least try to see what we see when we look at these girls and the others in our care. They aren’t food. They’re our family.
