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.