As should be obvious by now, I love Esther the Wonder Pig, and her entire and growing family of humans, dogs, pigs, goats, horse, donkey, and rabbits. This post, written by a former pig farmer, who spend ten years raising pigs for slaughter, discusses the wondrous qualities of Esther and all pigs. Mr. Comis gave up raising pigs in 2014, after he could no longer justify killing them for food, and adopted a vegan diet. Making meat is not benign. It takes a life, a life that not only by its very nature, but by our own reckoning – by the joy Esther brings us and the love we feel for her – is precious. In order for people to satisfy what amounts to a mere gustatory craving, the beautiful essence, the fundamental core of Esther’s pigness, her being, must be wantonly and utterly obliterated.
As I have said so many times, it’s difficult to understand how one can love one animal and be horrified at the thought of killing that animal for food, yet think nothing of eating other animals.