Everyday my life includes feeding the pig twice a day. Once in the morning, and once around 4:30. I just finished the 4:30 feeding although I have to go back in a little while and close up the chicken coop for the night.
I’ve been in a reflective mood today and feeding the pig in the winter time made me a little bit sad because I personify human emotions to the animals I take care of.The life of this pig hasn’t been to eventful. Not since it was a young little piglet smaller than the average dog has it even seen the inside of this house. It lives, eats, sleeps in that chicken coop and in the winter occasionally goes outside to do its business but sometimes it even does that inside the coop.
I thought to myself how sad a life that is. And then a moment later I realized, I do the same thing. I sleep and eat in my bedroom. I leave occasionally to do my business and feed the animals. Apart from that the only main difference is that I have access to the internet and TV so my days of laziness and sitting around doing nothing are at least a little bit better than the pigs.The pig may be happy to not have worry and debt and social anxieties. It doesn’t fear things. It just happily eats and sleeps.
From a meal perspective I think it’s well taken care of. Our chicken slop is fresh vegetables and tasty treats offered in a rotation.Of course in truth the pig probably doesn’t care but it’s food either. We can’t know what the pig knows. Is it a better life than mine?
What a thought. The pets in this house all have a better life than me. Bummer.