Saying Goodbye is always the hardest part.
It doesn’t matter if it’s to a pet, a friend or family
member, or livestock. Of course, I often feel as though the livestock are as
much friends and family as any human.
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| Bertha-this was one of the few times she was actually awake! |
Today the 7 sows I was in charge of went to the sale barn. I
had only taken care of them for a month, but I still had to fight the urge to
cry last night as I gave them some final scratches and took some final photos.
I stood guard with these girls while they were having
piglets. I fed them Nilla wafers and spent plenty of time just hanging out with
them. Several of them had acquired names.
It really frustrates me when people on the outside look in and say that obviously livestock producers do not care about their animals because we raise them and then send them off to be butchered.
How do you not
care about something that you work with and care for everyday? Just because we
appreciate the cycle of life, it makes us unfeeling,
heartless monsters?
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| Goodbye Penelope love. |
I’ve been asked before if I get attached to the pigs. My
response is that I don’t usually get attached to the piglets, mostly
because they just grow so fast and it seems like one day they are born and the
next day they are gone. But the sows and
boars are another story. They spend years
with you.
I’ve lost a few sows to unexplained and definitely
surprising deaths. I cried uncontrollably
each time.
I had a Hamp boar, the only truly fantastic son we ever got
out of my old Hamp boar. His name was Tuff
because he was the only survivor in his litter (it was a truly bizarre
sequence of events). He came when called and
was truly a Mama’s boy. As he got older he developed a habit of pen
jumping. You couldn’t blame him, he was only jumping into pens that had pretty
ladies in them and when he had satisfied his urges he would jump back to his
pen. I came back from a conference to find out that while I was gone he had
jumped a panel, gotten caught, and had broken his leg. Needless to say he had
to be put down.
The worst part about the losses of the 3 I adored the most? I
don’t have any pictures of them. I
foolishly thought I would have more time.
Saying goodbye is never easy. And just because we only show
our pain behind closed doors doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
If you want to read a real tear-jerker, read this post from
Just A Ranch Wife. It may better help show the depth of pain felt when
livestock producers lose animals.
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