Affectionate and forgiving; Four pigs rub their snouts against my nose.
I'm not sure I'll ever forget these few minutes of my life; the last few minutes of theirs.
There are hardly words to describe the feelings that take over when you feel four pig snouts poking through a grate at you. Everything inside of me wanted to save them, I wish I didn't have to let them go.
How do you apologize for one of the worst crimes in human history?