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Last year I decided to grow and slaughter my own Thanksgiving turkey. The six months I spent raising Harold were some of the best of my life -- and so were the hours I spent eating him.
  • I eat meat

    And yet, this feels wrong to me.

    The meat I eat is most likely not "free range" -- it's the cheapest meat I can afford on my limited budget. So, I have to assume that I eat animals who suffered before they died.

    Still, I could not spend six months with an animal and then kill it. When I know an animal personally, I can't help loving the animal and feeling a connection. I cherish my pets and I get weepy at the thought that one day, they will die of old age. The idea of harming them is unimaginable to me.

    I just feel like when you care for an animal, when the animal comes to depend on you for survival, you have an obligation to keep caring for him as a pet, assuming that you're not dying of starvation.

    I know that you're right. You are kinder to animals than I am, because you chose to raise your turkey instead of buying one that suffered. I'm the one who is a hypocrite. But I still felt sick when I read this article.

    I wouldn't have been brave enough to face the reality of where my food comes from. But if I had tried to raise my own meat, I would never go through with it. I couldn't bring myself to swing the ax.