Her life is no life. Cycles of being trapped in a farrowing crate in order to give birth to her piglets who will be turned into 'bacon, ham, pork'. Call it what you will but the reality is that those pieces of 'meat' belonged to someone who was an individual, with a personality as unique as any human being's, an intelligence higher than that of a dog and an enthusiasm for life that they never get to live out. Everything is taken from them, as a mother, a father, an offspring, a brother, a sister. No chance to live their lives normally, never shown any kindness, or showered with love and treats that would make their lives fulfilled. They are given no joy, but they are given pain and suffering, all to the benefit of humans who decided they could manipulate other lives no matter what the consequence to others, no matter the immense suffering they inflict. No caring involved at all. This girl, trapped in a farrowing crate with so many others, cell upon cell, row upon row, in the dingiest of all dungeons, based in a Victorian piggery.