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Originally Posted by Wylie's Mom  Oh Lyn...I'm really sorry you have those memories, I know how much you love animals. 
This is exactly how I feel. My hubby eats meat, though I don't, and I'm not opposed to eating meat - to each their own, absolutely  ! I just wish we could find the way to better treatment of these animals who we force to PROVIDE us food. Nothing is impossible, and I hope we can get there someday. |
I took that class 25 years ago and the picturs in my mind are still as vivid as if I was there yesterday. This was just one hog at a small slaughter house in Mesa. Can you imagine the scene at a huge slaughter house? They kill a cow/hog/lamb every few minutes in the same way as I described. I dont know how the men that work there can live with themselves or go to work every day. They must have some sort of a mental block or just look at it differently than alot of people do. But I am not the "farmer" that my mom and grandparents were. I remember my mom brought some old laying hens home when I was 10 years old. I wanted to keep them as pets.LOL I think they were about 25 cents each. Cheap meat for a family. I watched her kill them and guess who had the job of plucking them?? ME!!! Guess who wouldnt eat them? ME!! I bet my mom thought I was the biggest whimp. She put them in the freezer and would buy store bought chicken sometimes and fix that, then another day cook the home killed chicken to try to fool me. I could always smell and taste the difference between the store bought and home killed. That was the only time I can remember her buying live chickens. I feel like such a whine-bag because my mom was trying her hardest to save money for my college education.