photo: Nancy Rokos, Burlington County Times
This week I read about an “animal sanctuary” (the reason for the quotes will become apparent soon) in the town I grew up in that was caring for a baby Vietnamese pot-bellied piglet that had been hit by a car only a couple of miles from my parents’ house. The original driver had hit and run. A second driver stopped and put a sweatshirt over the piglet (but apparently left her behind, oddly). Then, a representative from the sanctuary came and got the little girl.
The sanctuary found a local vet to help out and is picking up the associated bills. A local restaurant (that is about as far from veg-friendly as one can get, but…) is holding a fundraiser.
Good stuff from back home.
That “animal sanctuary” that’s helping out? They have another fundraiser event coming up.
After looking around their site and seeing they dealt primarily with dogs and cats, I realized that this barbecue wasn’t likely to be very vegan. But, to confirm, I wrote to them to ask. “Quick question about your barbecue fundraiser – should I assume that’s going to be a vegetarian barbecue?” I wrote, giving them the benefit of the doubt. “I assume so since you’re an animal sanctuary and rescued the pig that was hit by the car, but I wanted to check and make sure…”
They wrote back shortly after explaining that the barbecue had been delayed while they searched for a different venue and that, “But no, it would not be a vegetarian bbq. All of our staff except for one does eat meat.”
Listen, I understand that even sanctuaries that actively promote veganism don’t have the luxury of only employing vegans. But when you’re holding a fundraising event while also taking care of a pig, it might be nice to, you know, not serve dead pigs.
Frustrating and disappointing.