HebTomer Kerman
I was born with six brothers and sisters. Mother was lying in a cage, barely her size. We were immediately pulled out of her cage, so the only thing we could do was suckle and nothing else. We all wanted to get closer to her, to feel her warmth, to be embraced by our mother, but the metal bars were there to deny that from us. Mother did not really pay attention to us, nor did she look at us. She lay exhausted in her cage, occasionally making vain attempts to get up and mostly trying to chew the bars off. I'm not really sure that she knew we were her children. She did not look at me or at any of us, just gazed around with an unfocused glare in her eyes. I was craving for licks, love and affection, but suckling was the one and only thing I could do.
Three weeks later they took us away from Mother, and that was the last time any of us ever saw her. We were transferred to a tiny crowded pen in which we could barely move at all. Something about this place did not feel right. All of the other piglets in this place were really sad and depressed and I couldn't understand why. I was eager to run around and play with the others, but then I was suddenly picked up, and without any warning, my tail was snipped. Then came my teeth. The pain was so excruciating I could not bear it, and I passed out. When I woke up a day later, I understood the sadness and depression of the others. They were all suffering from horrible pain in their tails and teeth. Some of them had wounds that were not healing. All the male piglets had had their testicles snipped off as well. We were all in shock. Some of the piglets died of their agony, and lay there for a long time until they were removed.
The crowdedness, the pressure and the boredom were horrible. There was nothing we could do except stand, eat, and defecate on the floor. Then I realized why we had all got our tails snipped and our teeth extracted: otherwise, we would have injured ourselves and others out of frustration. I missed Mother's milk, but instead they started feeding us with this dry, tasteless food. Since that was the only food available, I ate. I ate a lot, and I gained a lot of weight.
Occasionally one of them would come and take away one of the males, to God knows where. All I knew was that once one of them went away, he never came back. I hoped that at least it would relieve the crowdedness, but since we all kept gaining more weight, the pen remained crowded and also very smelly. A couple of months later I was taken away as well. They pinned me forcibly to the floor, unable to move, and shoved something into my genitals. From there I was transferred to a cage, a small cage, barely my size. A wave of terror washed through me, as I realized this was the cage Mother lay in when I was born. I was terrified by the thought that I would end up just like she did. And I did. Inside this cage it was almost impossible to stand up. The floor was hard and bumpy and the back had bars in it so that my feces would fall out and not soil me too much. Mostly I lay on my side, even though the hard concrete floor hurt me. There was nothing comfortable to lay on, nothing to play with. After a while I started having unfamiliar feelings and movements inside my body, along with an inexplicable urge to build a safe and nursing environment. I wanted desperately to search for leaves or twigs but all I had around me was concrete, feces and food. I tried to find a way to dig in the concrete, of course in vain. I kept trying harder and harder to dig and eventually I became obsessed. I knew I was going crazy. The only thing I had left to do at that point was to eat. So I ate, and ate a lot. Between the loneliness, the boredom and the unbearable pain I saw myself slowly turning into Mother- desperate, hopeless and apathetic.
In this position I gave birth to six piglets, one stillborn. I wanted to look at them, to caress, to lick, and warm them, but they were all too far away. They took them out of my cage, and I had lost my will to live. Just like in my childhood, my babies could do nothing except barely to suckle from me. I had almost no milk at all, due to the pain and exhaustion. Two of my babies couldn't reach me and were unable to feed. I tried as hard as I could to help them but I failed. I constantly tried to reach them, to help them get close to my nipples, but the metal bars prevented me from moving. I watched as life slowly let go of them. After a while they took my babies from me, and once again I was forcibly pinned to the floor and again something was shoved into my genitals. Not long after that I was once again pregnant and gave birth. The story retold itself all over again, except this time I was a lot weaker and much more depressed.
After they took my second litter from me, I completely lost all desire to live. This life is one long continuous nightmare. I just lay on the ground, waiting. 
I stopped eating completely and kept chewing the bars every once in a while, hoping someone or something would finally agree to kill me. Eventually I was taken out of there and was led to someplace else, but my legs were too weak to struggle the effort and I collapsed. One of them tied me by my leg and dragged me on the ground, until we reached a small room where there was another pig. Suddenly sudden I could see a large clamp seizing her body and she started to twitch and jerk rapidly, until she fell to the ground. I knew I was next. I tried my best to get up and escape, but there was nowhere to go and my legs could not support me. I lay down worn and defeated with my eyes closed. I felt the clamp closing on me, and then it came. A horrible spear of excruciating pain seared through my body. Yes, I wanted to die, but not in so much pain. This pain was too much for me to bear; I went into shock and almost blacked out completely. I somehow remember myself being dragged somewhere else and being hung by chains from my legs. The smell in this place was the worst of them all. I was struck by a sharp, overwhelming pain in the neck and I could no longer breathe. I dropped on the hard concrete. Two or three more spasms of my body, and that was it. My life, this nightmare, was over.
