Two pigs, together in the end.
These two wouldn't let go of this heartbreaking grasp as the slaughter truck made its final left turn before pulling into the slaughterhouse.
They wanted to be together.
Two pigs, together in the end.
These two wouldn't let go of this heartbreaking grasp as the slaughter truck made its final left turn before pulling into the slaughterhouse.
They wanted to be together.
Pigs so overcrowded they scratch one another.
Pigs loaded into the transport truck too many at a time. They are forced on top of one another; pigs under the others end up scratched to pieces.
When it rains, it pours.
A pig slips and falls as the driver jerks the transport in and out of gear approaching the red light. If you saw someone slip and fall wouldn't you try to help them up? I wish I could have broken down the metal transport container that prevented me from helping her to her feet.
This trailer is empty of straw required for heat and protection. Many animals are injured in this exact manner on route to slaughter.
Her face hit the metal floor; My heart shattered to pieces.
A truck-full of innocent pigs- wretched as slaves. One pig is so exhausted she can not even stand up. She saw me and seemed curious to come closer. She couldn't even lift her overgrown body and legs off the ground.
As her face fell against the muddy floor, I wish there was something I could have done to help her.
"I love you so much. I'm so sorry"
So many faces staring out at me. It breaks my heart I had to let them go.
A pig lies helplessly being crushed under the weight of other pigs.
Crammed in so tight into the back of this trailer, the pigs were forced on top of one another. I remember feeling so hopeless; unable to help. I wish I could have helped the one pig off of the other. I wish they had at least enough room to turn around. This is not absolutely acceptable.