Taken away from my mum and dad,
taken out of a mud and faeces filled pit of despair; where my mum’s chest was
rubbed raw and she found it painful to feed me. Taken away from the threat of
seeing my family killed and then cut into pieces.
I was brought into this world
just to be chopped into pieces, because I look different to humans and speak
differently. Strange that humans don’t devour themselves as we taste so similar
and our organs are used to replace human organs. Our skin in tattooed, burnt
and injected to test things on. We are used in lots of horrible human ways.
I arrived here scared and unsure
of who I was allowed to be. Over the first few weeks, I realised I was allowed
to be me. They didn’t mind that I look and speak differently, they just like me
for me, which is handy really as I can’t be any different.
I missed my mum and dad; I hurt
for them and cried. My humans cuddled me, held me close so I could sleep. Then,
one glorious day my mum and dad arrived at the sanctuary as my humans had never
given up on getting them out of that terrifying place. I could hear mum and dad
arguing in the garden. I felt happy, I showed this clearly to my humans by
wagging my tail (humans can be a bit slow sometimes). I also called to them and
they called back.
I live my days out here now, with
my huge extended family. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m pee’d off,
sometimes excited, sometimes grumpy. Depends on what’s happening, who’s said
what and behaved in a certain way around me. I’m the same as everyone else here
really, aware of who I am. Aware of my surroundings, aware of how I feel, aware
of what I want. It is always a surprise to me that I am not understood clearly
by visitors that come here, as my humans at the sanctuary understand me very
well. It is the difference between wanting to understand me and remaining
wilfully ignorant, that I am just a pig to be eaten and not capable of anything
else. Makes it easier to eat me I guess, if you think I am lesser than I am. It’s
sad when you think about it, because they miss out on so much joy. I am me; I
am Phoebe.
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