The squeals of a dying piglet ripped through the calm morning air.

I put down my morning coffee and slid open the porch door, rushing toward the piglet paddock across the lawn. The wet grass soaked my bare feet and they began to slide around in my Crocs, but time was of the essence. I wanted to save a life.

I clambered over the cattle panel, a four foot high welded wire fence, ripping the crotch of…