Desperate, Chester reversed his decision and returned the squealing piglets to their mother’s side. What followed defied every prediction. At the sound of their cries and the feel of their tiny bodies pressing against her, Emma rallied. Her eyes brightened, her breathing steadied, and, inch by inch, she rose. Nourished by purpose more than food, she began to eat, nurse, and fight. In choosing her calling, Emma chose life—and it answered.
The pregnant sow went into labor with a high fever, and they feared she might not survive.
