A year ago a friend sent me a link to an online essay. I was swamped at the time, but the title, Happy Pigs Make Happy Meat?, intrigued me so I scanned the first paragraph… An hour later, I’d poured through a dozen essays, all written by Bob Comis. I was stunned by what he’d written—and deeply moved. I called my dear friend & cinematographer Joe Brunette, who agreed that Bob’s story was one that should be told.
Bob’s beloved dog, Monk, passed away just before the holidays. He died peacefully of old age, but he will be sorely missed by anyone who had the honor of knowing him – most especially by Bob. Monk was with us on every shoot and his sage spirit will live on in THE LAST PIG. Below is Bob’s moving account of this special being…
The day that Allison (Argo), Joe (Brunette), and I met here at the farm to talk about possibly working together to make a film about my transition from pig to vegetable farming, it was not love at first sight. It was love before first sight. Though they were objectively strangers – the three (four – I forgot Monk!) of us had never met – when we said hello and made our introductions in the driveway, the hellos and introductions were mere formalities. Even as we shook hands, playing out conventional social rituals, we were already so deeply in love that those handshakes and hellos seemed a little silly, ridiculous, even.
For more than thirty years, I have been beset by recurrent depression. A very dark and ugly episode descended eight weeks ago and sent me careening into the abyss.
However, a stray bit from the world of light surprised me yesterday by cascading down to me, undeterred by the darkness of my indwelling hell.