Indra Lahiri,
Indraloka Animal Sanctuary
August 2017
Gavin, we named him, after a very brave, strong young boy. The name Gavin comes from the Celtic “Gawain” and refers to the White Hawk of Battle, a being of such fantastic ability and skill that most fall before him in awe.
He was the sickest, the skinniest, and the saddest of all the animals we removed that day. Gavin probably would have died within days, had the humane police not gotten the warrant to seize him and the others. And yet, less than a week after being rescued, he has learned to flop over for a belly rub. He rejoices as we humans approach, no longer cowering in fear.
His eyes told his whole story.
They were filled with fear and pain, but beyond all of that, just at the
back, was a barely noticeable glimmer of who he used to be. Although his
body was weak now, his spirit awaited an opportunity to soar once again.
His pen was covered with rusty metal farm implements, dangerous nails and
glass. There was no soft or clean place for him to lay. His water tub sat
empty in the harsh sunlight. His spine, ribs, and hips stood out in sharp
relief. There was nothing to him but his pain. The ghost of the warrior he
had once been.
The female pig with him was not as skinny or as weak. He had sacrificed
himself, allowing her to take what little food was available so that she
could survive.
A spark of hope seemed to awaken in him as I sang softly. Together with
rescue workers from the SPCA and Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, we were
removing all of the animals from this sad, sad place.
When we offered him food and asked him to come with us, he followed gingerly
and climbed into the car with no hesitation. He was very weak, and moved
slowly, tentatively, but even so, he moved. We had filled the back of the
SUV with soft, fragrant hay and had the air conditioning running. He lay
down and sighed before launching in on the food and fresh water.
Then he slept, heavily and deeply.
On the way home, I reached back to offer him a Pink Lady apple. As he
crunched into it, juice spurted from his mouth, and he threw his head back
to move his floppy ears from his eyes. Looking directly into my soul, he
conveyed such gratitude, such hope, such joy…I will never, ever taste an
apple the same way again.
Gavin, we named him, after a very brave, strong young boy. The name Gavin
comes from the Celtic “Gawain” and refers to the White Hawk of Battle, a
being of such fantastic ability and skill that most fall before him in awe.
An eminently suitable name for two Gavins courageously facing tremendous
battles for their own lives, and doing so with great strength and Grace.
He was the sickest, the skinniest, and the saddest of all the animals we
removed that day. Gavin probably would have died within days, had the humane
police not gotten the warrant to seize him and the others.
And yet, less than a week after being rescued, he has learned to flop
over for a belly rub. He rejoices as we humans approach, no longer cowering
in fear. Unlike other recently starved animals, Gavin eats very slowly,
savoring each bite. He listens in wonder as I tell him stories of Gavin the
boy, or sing his special song to him (“Oh, oh, oh, he’s magic, I know… Gavin
the pig he is so, so magic, I know…Never believe it’s not soo…”)
He may look like a skinny, sickly pig– one of billions left to suffer at the
hands of humans. But just like each one of those billions, Gavin is a
precious, sacred individual. His spirit, like that of the White Hawk, is
indomitable. He will fly again in glory. Until then, we will nurse him and
love him and support him and give thanks everyday for the honor of caring
for him.
Please, never forget that it is because of you– your support, prayers, and kindness– that we are able to take precious beings like Gavin to safe sanctuary. He still faces tremendous odds. Gavin requires round-the-clock care and veterinary expertise. We would be so very grateful if you would help us care for him in any way that you can– share his story, donate towards his care, send him love, light and prayers.
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