There’s a good chance you have cats, dogs or other companion animals and consider that you are an animal lover. You possibly look on them as part of your family and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they have huge personalities and are as different each from another as night and day. Perhaps, like me, your phone is filled with pictures of them. Each individual has their own ways and their own preferences and we love them all.
I share my home with four cats. One is deaf and she’s feisty and brave; she sleeps very deeply and she snores. She likes playing in the sink and lies on her back under radiators. She has no volume control and her purr sounds like a tractor.
One is a chatterbox, shy, pretty, a bit skittish, needs her self confidence boosted every day. She pretends not to like cuddles but sneaks under duvets during the night.
One is a big strong boy with a feeble little meow and an almost silent purr; at heart he’s the gentlest giant you could possibly imagine and he loves snuggles. He follows me about like a puppy and drinks from the bath taps.
One is a long term guest whose human can’t be with her at present. She’s a purry cuddle bug who never passes on an invitation to sit on a lap or lie in a bed. She can often be found sitting close by her hero (the big strong boy), gazing adoringly up at him. He finds the admiration a bit unsettling.
Each one is an individual; special, unique. In my home they are valued for the personalities that they are; treasured for their idiosyncrasies.
If we are not vegan, then every body part or secretion that we consume or use is stolen from someone who was just like those others that we love so much. They were unique individuals. Special. Each as different from each other as night and day. If we had known them as the wonderful individuals they were, we would have loved them.
And yet they were confined, mutilated, enslaved and ultimately faced the unspeakable terror of a slaughterhouse. They were denied any recognition of their sentience, accorded numbered tags or ear nicks to catalogue them as resources, the living dead. They were young and they did not want to die.
Their desecrated remains, the milk they made for their stolen babies, the eggs their frail bodies are selectively bred to over-produce, were all thoughtlessly consumed by so many who still believe themselves animal lovers. Please open your eyes and be vegan. It’s the ONLY way to stop being part of the nightmare.