posted on Aug, 26 2012 @ 11:45 AM
Interesting thread, Smylee. I always feel bad when I buy meat at the store, knowing that the animal (whether chicken, turkey, pork, or beef) was
slaughtered in an inhumane way.
My thoughts on this subject are confused. I know that Native Americans, upon killing in a hunt, would thank the animal for the gift of its meat and
fur. They recognized the sacrifice of the animal to give them food.
We have no opportunity to do this, of course, since when we get the meat, it's been dead for days, shipped from someplace else. Does this mean I'll
give up eating meat? No, I'll still eat it...but I never feel 100% good about it. I wonder if the terror and fear the animal felt a few minutes
before it's slaughter somehow lingers.
Yet, I don't think farm animals fear death as we do, once they know it's coming and there is no escape. For example, I used to live next to a cow
pasture, and one day I saw buzzards circling, so I went to check it out. A cow was trying to birth a calf. The calf was dead, I could see the cord
wrapped around it's neck. The cow couldn't push it out all the way, and so she was lying there waiting to die as she was bleeding to death. I did
not assist with this, as agricultural laws are tricky, and if the owner found out I had done something and the cow was dead, I could be charged the
price of the cow.
Anyway, I felt so bad, and I looked into the cow's eyes, thinking I would see fear and pleading in them. Instead, there was an odd calm, as if she
accepted her fate and was waiting patiently for the inevitable. She seemed to look past me.
Yet, a few months ago, I had a cat that was in kidney failure, and he was suffering, so I took him to be euthanized. While in serious pain, he still
looked at me with a pleading in his eyes. I asked that they give him a sedative before the actual euthanasia, and when the sedative took hold and he
wasn't in so much pain, his eyes seemed to say, "I'm gettin' the hell outta here" and I had to keep him from escaping, as weak as he was. He
cried and clung to me as the vet tech tried to take him away for the death shot.
Not sure where I'm going with these stories, except that I suspect they feel much as people do. If we are connected by love to others, we don't
want to die and leave this life. When there's nothing holding us, we pass out of this life so much easier.
There is no way to know if the meat we eat was once an animal that had earthly attachments and feelings of fear and longing. If I knew the animals
were treated humanely and with consideration for their feelings, I would probably feel less guilty.