Peggy was killed on my birthday. She would have been 5 months now and her sweet life was sacrificed on the 5th of Jauary.
I arrived last August 19 here in Churachandpur. She was offered to me out of goodwill by one of the staff. I, of course said no, as i am working in a humanitarian organization. Her parents died a horrible death and she, together with 5 other siblings were placed in different homes. She was the cutest thing I ever saw... fair skin, and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. I promised, however to support her by providing some money on a monthly basis. it was not much, but I thought that as an outsider, this is the best that I could do.
I visited her every now and then, bringing some presents-- and she always meet me with vim and vigor -- so full of life! Her carers, friends of mine, were happy that I was apart of her growing up. We taught her things, I read her books. She was growing up to be a nice lady.
A couple of days before my birthday, her adoptive father came and asked if I "wanted"her. I said no, of course. I couldn't bear having her. Never.
And so it came that my birthday was celebrated with less than a hundred people hungry for anything, that Peggy was sacrificed. Peggy, my 60 kilo pig was killed to feed my staff. I was left with no choice -- it's her or Neko (our house dog and guardsman).
Peggy, no matter where you are thank you. It was a memorable day and your death made a lot of people satiated. Barbaric, but in this world where one is worth the last meal he had, it was atrue sacrifice on your part.
Thank God I still have Pat your brother for my farewell party....
it's a pig's life.
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