I unloaded them at the processing facility and they weighed them in at 320 pounds a pig! That is a big animal. It is a good thing that dogs don't get to 320 pounds in 6 months or I am sure we would be eating them too! Why do I keep referring to them as dogs? I guess I see all animals differently now. Horses, cows, goats, sheep, chickens, pigs, dogs, cats...there are laws in place that don't allow you to process dogs, cats, or horses. So how did the other animals get the short end of the stick? These animals have personalities too. Do I eat pork? Why yes I do, but I don't think I can look at a piece of bacon the same as I did when I thought it grew on trees. Believe it or not, there are people out there selling bacon plants. You put the bacon seed in the ground at up comes a bacon tree!
I had someone look at me like I was crazy when I said that we were going to take the pigs to the butcher. "Those are your pets! how can you eat your pets that you named?!" I would rather know that the animal I am raising has had an awesome life. That I made its time here a luxurious stay! They were fed well, got to have special visitors come to see them every weekend (our farm tourists!), and had nose scratches daily! They ran around on pasture and jumped around and played with each other. You can Google some pretty nasty images of how animals are raised commercially and that just makes me cringe. This person I talked to said they would much rather not know anything about the food they eat so they didn't have to feel bad about it. This is a pretty irresponsible way to live ones life don't you think?