Broken heart

This past Sunday, I felt the pain of a broken heart in a way I’ve never known.

My husband and I are still happily married. My kids are still alive and healthy. What caused me this much pain? Driving off of my neighbors place leaving Lucy and Charlotte. I did cry. I could not imagine how hard it would be, especially since this is a temporary thing.

No one will love these girls as much as I do (maybe the hubby?), and there are probably not many people that go out and talk sweetly to their pigs,  hugging them and petting them, like I do. No one will tell them how pretty they look, or feed them treats of apples and pears. It was the feeling when you leave your first child at daycare or Kindergarten for the first time. Who can survive that broken heart when you feel change in the air, and time is moving on?

Do I spoil them? Can a pig be spoiled? If so, I am completely guilty. Yes, I do know what life has in store for these pigs. I am a huge fan of taking care of the animals that are going to take care of me and my family. I want them treated humanely, not just because it’s the right thing to do, but because I love  them.

When I called the lady we got Charlotte from last summer and told her this would be our first pig, she laughed and said “OH! You will love it! You will fall in love with them. I just love talking to mine and having them follow me around”. I remember thinking something along the lines of ‘crazy lady’. Sigh…now I know how she feels.

I hope Grunt gets the job done soon and my girls can come home. That’s the only cure for this broken heart at this point.

20140118_135608This is how it should be…everyone home.

20140209_114958The last shot I took before the waterworks started. :(

5 thoughts on “Broken heart

  1. Oh, sweet Charity! You are a mama through and through, even with your piggies! I have to share a story with you about Craig, our oldest. When we first moved to OR, Craig was in the 7th grade and headed into middle school. He was lucky as his school had a mini-farm. He chose to participate in FFA and wanted to raise a pig. Well, he did and he and that pig had a relationship I wouldn’t believe if I hadn’t witnessed it. Then came the county fair. Bob and I thought Craig understand where the pig would be going after that, but unfortunately even understanding that, it was hard to watch an 8th grade boy cry!

  2. It is hard to raise something you know you are planning to eat. I think if you are truly thankful to the animal for nurturing you it is less painful. I like how the Native Americans thank all the things that nurture them.

    • Farmstead Meatsmith has some neat things to say about this. We’ve lost our relationships with the things we eat. I’d be very upset if my cows (if I had some) were turned into dollar burgers.

  3. Very true Varina, yet, this is exactly the stance I’m taking with the animals we raise. We are raising them to have a healthy option for food on our table. Butchering day WILL be hard, no doubt about that, but I believe I can nurture the ones that will someday nurture me.

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