This book "The Selfish Pig's Guide to caring" by Hugh Marriott goes straight to the point of caring. The funny thing throughout the book is the one who is cared for is referred to as "The Piglet" or "Our Piglet" as Mr Marriott calls himself "The Selfish Pig". I was feeling quite down when I started reading this and just couldn't put it down. I literally had tears of laughter and it really cheered me up no end. He certainly ain't no "Selfish Pig" I can tell you but it seems a lot of carers feel guilty if they feel sorry for themselves.
At the beginning of the book Mr Marriott advises who the book is for.
"There are people who cheerfully sacrifice time and freedom to care for another human being. They eagerly embrace the onerous task of caring, and are never known to complain about their lot. These people are saints, and this book is not for them."
"There are others who are paid to care. Their job is hard and the money not always very generous. Even so, it is a job, and therefore something which can be walked away from at the end of every day. Dedicated workers they may be, but this book is not for them either."
"There are others of us who have come reluctantly to caring. We feel bad about our unwillingness, and secretly think of ourselves as selfish pigs. Like pigs in nature, we can be of either sex. Also like real pigs, we are not necessarily, or at least always, disagreeable and unpleasant, But we're certainly obstinate. This book is for us."
I could relate to more or less everything in the book. Why do we do it? Because they are our piglets.