The next week came and Cady knew she would be blue this time. Indeed she weight in at 129.7 kg and received the deadly marked. In fact, only a few pigs were left behind and some barns were already filled with newcomers. Two days later a hungry Cady was loaded into the truck, seeing daylight for the first time in eight months on the short trip to the slaughterhouse. 'Kansas Pork Producers' she read on the sign when the short trip ended. Short ways helped to improve meat quality she had learnt from Stacy. This thought led her to reflect that Stacy was by now probably already shrink-wrapped. Or at least part of her, she thought crying silently. At that moment she was pushed on into her waiting pen. Two or three hours later, they were led on. Some pigs tried to get away but to no avail except being beaten up by the workers. When the final gate opened before Cady she was shivering but the side of the pen started to move and she was pushed into her gondola with five other pigs. With a last thought of her family she fell asleep when the CO2 hit her.
Like the other three thousand pigs of the day, Cady was slaughtered, split up, and processed. She ended up as so diverse things as Italian style ham, bacon on bacon burger, canned head, wet doog food, gelantine in a box of chocolate ice cream, and bristles on some artist's pen. Really no part of her was wasted. Part of her even ended up in pig food for the newcomers at her old farm. They should never know what it actually was that tasted so good about their swill.
One Tuesday Cady's sister Yasmine was just taking a hearty bite of a ham sandwich when she received a letter asking her to report to the metamorphosis center for transformation into a sow. She had to think of where her sister might no be living a happy life with her boar and her piglets. She did not know how very close she was to Cady at that very moment when she took another bite of that really tasty Italian style ham.