I’m a pig.
I am a kind and affectionate animal by nature. I like to play in the grass and take care of the little ones. In the wild, I eat leaves, roots, herbs, flowers, and fruits. I have an amazing sense of smell and I am very smart.
I’m a pig. I can solve problems as fast as a chimpanzee and faster than a dog. I wallow in the mud to cool off, but I’m a very clean animal and don’t shit where I live.
I speak my own language which you cannot understand. I like to be with my family, I want to live happily ever after in the wild or in a safe house. I like to communicate with people and I am very gentle.
It’s a pity that I can do all this, because I was born on a farm, like billions of other pigs.
I’m a pig. If I could talk, I would tell you that I spend my life in a crowded and dirty stall, in a tiny metal crate where I can’t even turn around.
The owners call it a farm so you don’t feel sorry for me. This is not a farm.
My life is miserable from the day I was born until my death. I am almost always sick. I try to run but I can’t. I am in a terrible mental and physical condition as a result of my imprisonment. I’m covered in bruises from trying to break out of the cage. It’s like living in a coffin.
I’m a pig. If I could speak, I would tell you that I have never felt the warmth of another pig. I feel the coldness of the metal bars of my cage and the feces I am forced to sleep in. I won’t see the light of day until the truck driver takes me to the slaughterhouse.
I’m a pig. I am often beaten mercilessly by farm workers who love to hear me squeal. I am constantly giving birth and have no way to communicate with my piglets. My legs are tied, so I have to stand all day. When I was born, I was taken from my mother. In the wild, I would stay with her for five months. Now I have to bring 25 piglets a year by artificial insemination, as opposed to the six a year that I would have appeared in the wild.
The tightness and stench drives many of us crazy, we bite each other through our cages. Sometimes we kill each other. This is not our nature.
My house stinks of ammonia. I sleep on concrete. I’ve been tied up so I can’t even turn around. My food is full of fats and antibiotics so my owners can make more money as I get bigger. I am not able to choose food as I would in the wild.
I’m a pig. I’m bored and lonely so I bite the tails of others and the farm workers cut off our tails without any painkillers. This is painful and causes infection.
When it was our time to be killed, something went wrong, we felt pain, but perhaps we were too big and we were not stunned properly. Sometimes we go through the process of slaughter, skinning, dismemberment and disembowelment – alive, conscious.
I’m a pig. If I could speak, I would tell you: we are suffering terribly. Our death comes slowly and with cruel torture. The livestock can last up to 20 minutes. If you had seen it happen, you would probably never have been able to eat an animal, ever. That is why what goes on inside these factories is the world’s greatest secret.
I’m a pig. You can neglect me like a worthless animal. Call me an unclean creature, although I am pure by nature. Say that my feelings don’t matter because I taste good. Be indifferent to my suffering. However, now you know, I feel pain, sadness and fear. I suffer.
Watch the video of me squealing at the slaughter line and see how the farm workers beat me and took away my natural life. Now you know it’s wrong to continue eating animals like me because you don’t need to eat us to survive, it will be on your conscience and you will be responsible for the atrocities because you finance them with the purchase of meat, 99% of which comes from farms,
if … you have not made the decision to live without cruelty and become a vegan. It’s much easier than you think, and it’s a very sweet way of life – healthy for you, good for the environment, and, above all, free of animal cruelty.
Please don’t make excuses for what’s happening. Seeking why I should be eaten by you is no more than looking for why you should be eaten by me. Eating me is not vital, It’s more of a choice.
You could choose not to abuse animals, right? If your choice is to end animal cruelty, and to do so, make a few simple changes in your life, could you make them?
Forget about cultural norms. Do what you think is right. Align your actions with a compassionate heart and mind. Please stop eating pork, ham, bacon, sausage and other products made from pig organs such as leather.
I’m a pig. I ask you to develop the same respect for me that you have for your dog or cat. In the time it took you to read this post, approximately 26 pigs have been brutally slaughtered on farms. Just because you didn’t see it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. It is happened.
I’m a pig. I only had one life on this earth. It’s too late for me, but it’s not too late for you to make small changes in your life, as millions of others have done, and save other animals from the life I’ve been living. I hope animal life will mean something to you, now you know I was a pig.