9/5/2023 0 Comments Draw my story![]() I frantically try to climb out and reach fresh air, but the horrible gas is inescapable. The chamber lowers down and our air turns to noxious gas. I land in a small chamber with several other pigs. The gate opens and I desperately try not to go through it, but the men with prods force us forward into a shoot. I feel a shock as a man shoves an electric prod into my back and I fumble forward off the truck landing in a pen. Each of us knows we’ve arrived at a bad, bad place. The truck just pulled up to a building and I’m terrified. There were little holes in the sides of the truck, and I had moments when I could see humans, warm in their neighboring cars, peering back into my eyes as we were being trucked through the freezing cold. I had trouble breathing because the ammonia choked air had eaten lesions into my lungs.īut I could still walk when the men came, yelling at us and stabbing us with electric prods as we were hurried on to the truck. After 5 painful months on this earth, I already weighed more than 200 pounds. You can imagine the horrible smelling fumes from all this manure and urine.Īfter a few more traumatic location transfers, I was given a shot of the drug ractopamine which caused my body to start putting on more muscle. We walked around on slated concrete, and our waste fell through into a huge pit dug under the building. I was taken to another building, and for the next seven weeks, I was stuck in a terribly crowded pen with more than 20 other pigs. ![]() She screamed as I was carried away, but it was no use. It wasn’t long after that-when I was only 3 weeks old-that I was taken from my mother. This is what’s done to every piglet raised on a factory farm. And my case wasn’t the least bit unusual. All of this happened without a drop of anesthetic. And then he cut deep notched into my ears. Next, he forced open my mouth and cut the ends off two of my teeth. Then he cut open my scrotum tearing out my testicles. He took some sharp clippers and cut off my tail, leaving only a tiny stub. I squealed and kicked but couldn’t get away. When I was just a few days old I was grabbed up by one of the humans. She’d already gone through 5 pregnancies by the time I was born, and she’s never had a single moment outdoors. My mother was confined in a farrowing crate so tight she that couldn’t even turn around. I was born on a hard, wet, urine soaked floor with my 9 siblings. You see, just like nearly all pigs in the United States, I was raised on a factory farm. My life started out rough, and it’s only gotten worse. Full of playful moments with other animals. You might expect that my life is like the pig in the movie Babe.
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