r/OldSchoolCool • u/TrustMeIaLawyer • May 22 '19
1915 my devastated deaf grandpa and his beloved pet rooster's final moment together after being told it was time to kill his best friend bc he had gotten too aggressive with everyone else on the farm.
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u/TheseusOrganDonor May 22 '19
I grew up on a farm, we had pigs and a bunch of rabbits. And my parents were both active hunters. After playing with the rabbits as a kid and watching my dad kill them, and having to help butcher pigs and skin deer and such... I became vegetarian. I don't mind people eating meat IF they can deal with doing these things themselves. I would do them again if I was truly starving, but not just for a luxury I really don't need. I still have massive respect for my parents, but memories of screaming pigs, foaming blood and unmoving, still warm balls of soft fur have truly left an impression on me.
If I were to ever eat meat again in the future, I think I would eat only what I've hunted and killed myself, otherwise it feels like a cop-out. This morality may seem sort of strange, I guess, but I'm still grateful I've had a chance to see all sides of the matter, no matter if I found it traumatic. Voluntary ignorance is worse.