I walk up to the house from my mud pit and see my family crying. I don't understand what's wrong, but I go to my 8 year old sister to see if I can comfort her. The tears she was crying hit my back like bullets. I do not know what I did wrong. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to dig. I wasn't aware that the bag of apples on the floor weren't for me. Nobody told me that I can't take dirty clothes and put them in my area, I just love my family so much that I want them around me all the time and that pile of clothes gives me at least their scent when they can't be at my side.
It's impossible for me to build my life when there's so much chaos. The reason I run away is because I do not like to be put in a crate for 12 hours, that section of your fence is perfect for me to move so I can taste the green grass on the other side and those kids who chased me are the reason why I ran so far. I couldn't find my way back home.
The dogs food tastes better than mine, but I can stop eating it if y'all will stop crying! I promise I will be a better pig. I swear that I will stop eating so much so I can lose weight, I know I'm big and fat, and you thought I would stay much smaller, but I do love those treats you're always throwing outside for me. I only try to bite your hand because I want more of them, but I am so so sorry I did that.
I dump my water because the ground is hot and I'm trying to get some out of my bowl, but the bowl burns my neck as I try to drink it out of the bowl.
I apologize for standing up on my back legs and taking the sandwich you had on your plate, I hope I didn't get you in trouble. I would tell them I made that mess, if I could talk. I did run away when dad was yelling about the peanut butter smeared all over the floor because I was frightened. But, I am pretty sure he knew I made that mess.
I only squeal at night now when nobody is there to talk to me, but I do it because I'm scared, I promise I will be quiet if you stop crying.
I heard mom tell you to get my things together, are we going on a trip?! I am so excited! Where are we going? Why did you pack up ALL my things? We will be back soon, right?
Now I am in a strange place, these people aren't very nice, I saw them give you some paper, I think she called it "fifty dollars". I don't know what that is, but I'm laying here in my crate trying to figure it out. Where did my family go? When will they be back? This woman picked me up, you know how much that worries me, so I started squealing and she almost dropped me! Thankfully she put me back in my crate, I feel safe there. I haven't been hungry lately, so I haven't eaten any of the dog food she has put in my bowl (and you know dog food is my favorite) I feel so sad and I really miss my family....I just want to lay here and wait for y'all to come back and get me. There are some other animals here that are trying to get me, I think. He barks so much and puts his face right up to my crate. I really need to go to the bathroom, but no one has let me outside in days. I guess I will have to potty right here in my crate. I hate this.
Finally this woman opened the door again, she grabbed me by my legs and dragged me out of this crate, I bumped my chin on the bar as she was pulling me out. She picked me up and rubbed my nose in my Pee! Gross! Then she smacked my butt. What's wrong? Why did she hit me? What did I do? Where is my family?!? Now she put me in a tiny room with a slippery floor WITH that mean barking thing. He keeps showing me his teeth. I don't see anything in them, so I don't know why he's showing them to me. I tried to talk to him, but I don't think he understands me. Oh no! He grabbed me by my head and now there is something wet on my head dripping on the floor. I see that mean lady now, but I can't hear what she's saying. I see her lips move, but I don't hear anything coming out. My head hurts so bad. I wish my family was here.
That lady picks me up and puts me in a box, it's not a big box, but I don't feel too good, so I think I will just lay here. Maybe I'll say a prayer, maybe God will bring my family back. We used to have so much fun and I miss them so much.
Dear Pig God,
I promise I will be a good pig if you bring my family back to get me. I won't steal any food or rugs or clothes anymore. I won't even dig up holes in the yard. I will not bite anyone, I will eat only my food and I will not squeal when I'm in my crate. I promise you I can be a good boy.
If they don't come back, I think I will die. I still can't hear anything, when I opened my eyes, I was back in my wet crate. I do not like this place and I wish the people who loved me would come get me. But I don't think they're coming. I think I was a bad pig. I wish they would've taught me what I needed to learn and I wish I had been a better pig. I am really really tired, my head hurts so bad, why would my family leave me at this horrible place? I know I will never see them again, but I wish I was worth more than the first person with fifty dollars.
More pigs than you can imagine are thinking this or saying a prayer to the pig God to take their pain away or bring their family back to save them. If your pig could have these thoughts, maybe you should reevaluate your methods. Your pig is only as good as you train your pig to be. Take the time and teach your pig manners, respect and basic training. Otherwise your pig may be laying in a pool of their own blood with no hopes to ever recover. If you can't keep your pig for any reason, do NOT hand your pig over to just anyone, please make sure a new family understands pigs, make sure they're able to care for your pig and if you can't do any of that, and you can't work with your pig to improve things, then don't get a pig to begin with!
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Written from an unfortunate pigs point of view