Falling from the back
of a truck barreling
down the interstate
was a strange salvation
The hooks of the
slaughterhouse would
never pierce his flesh
Instead of the
bloodied knife,
he was met,
for the first time,
with loving hands
In a place called
sanctuary, George
found his home
His worth no longer tethered
to the whims of a palate
or the profit from his death
One week later,
another pig fell
Different truck,
different destination
first to mass confinement
for quick fattening,
slaughter would come
soon enough
But Guy, beating
insurmountable odds,
found himself safe
in the same sanctuary
This scared, tiny piglet
would not eat or drink
until one night he slipped
into George’s room
and these two souls,
similar stories,
contrasting sizes,
have ever since
been inseparable
Guy and Uncle George
Iowa Farm Sanctuary
And if that is not enough cuteness for you, here is a
25 Jan 2020
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