I bought Meg and Gaby with the intention of breeding from both. So we both (and a whole lot of our friends and neighbours too) make friends with them, lots of fuss and hand-feeding treats, ahhh so cute... But then it became clear that, although friendly with us, Gaby was a rather aggressive bully with gentle Meg, so I made the decision that I did not want to breed from Gaby; I just couldn't see how I would run the two sows and their litters together, and that was how I wanted to do it. So we had to send Gaby away. It was hard, and if the meat had come back straight away I don't think either of us would have been able to look at it, but by the time it had hung, been butchered and we fetched it home, we'd grieved for our friend and were looking forward to scrummy home-grown pork.
My mum still won't eat it; she says she knows it's irrational but she can't feel she wants to eat an animal she's known as an individual, even though she knows it's had a great life and it's better to be eating one such than unknown supermarket pork. It's a very individual thing.