I enjoyed reading about the relationship and could see how easy it would be to bond with these intelligent animals. I would find it hard to think of killing and eating my own animals, and if I think about it too hard, it makes me want to turn vegetarian straight away. So I understand the author being conflicted about thinking about killing their pigs. 4/5
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Years ago when we moved to the country we bought a young calf and called it bull so it wouldn't have a name. Each day I walked down to his paddock and called Bull. He would come racing over and I would scratch his forehead and feed him his lucerne and for treats silver beet.
He had long black eyelashes and big brown eyes.when he was fully grown I gave him to the farmer next door as he was just too large. He became leader of the herd. I then didn't see him for a few years and then one day he was way across a paddock when I was on a walk. I called Bull and he came racing over for a scratch with tears poring down his face. How I loved him and the herd of cattle came and stood in a semi circle around him about 2 metres behind.and if it was possible he went up even higher in their estimation. He had a good life.😂
I think that's why farmers never name their slaughter animals. It'd be too hard on them when it came time.
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