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1 " The word compassion means “with suffering.” To have compassion is to willingly join in suffering—to show those you love that you will not let them suffer "
― Sy Montgomery , The Good Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood
2 " Wholeness feels like gratitude. Gratitude that we are safe and happy and together. "
3 " Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission: to be of service to them whenever they require it. "
4 " Watching a pig eat is the ultimate vicarious thrill. Seldom can you take such pleasure in another’s joy. Here is someone following his bliss. Pigs are quite literally made for eating—they were bred to eat and get fat fast. "
5 " But Christopher obeyed a higher calling: the intoxicating call of green grass and sunshine, the sweet scent of the earth on one of the last days of summer. "
6 " His coming to you, and your loving him, was a counterbalance, in a way, to the world’s mistreatment of pigs, "
7 " I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop. "
8 " Dying did not bother her at all. We had spoken of this a little in the weeks before. For her, death was the portal to my father. She was eager to see him in heaven. Only one thing bothered her: she was worried, incredibly, that my father might not be there. "
9 " Although pigs are generally good-natured, more people are killed each year by pigs than by sharks. "
10 " Wholeness feels like gratitude. Gratitude that we are safe and happy and together. And for that, I must thank equally the foxes and the weasels, the tigers and the crocodiles. For the peace of the barnyard, I am grateful to the dangers and jaws of the jungle. For the belonging that is home, I can thank, in part, the exile that is travel. Though they seem like opposites, they are more like twins—two halves of a whole. "
