Join Date: May 2011
Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
As far as I'm concerned, there will always be slaughter. It's what happens, people need to eat and there are processes in place to ensure that the meat we buy is safe for consumption. That is why animals are slaughtered the way they are, and hung to bleed out. As much as I love horses, it is hard to differentiate that meat from deer, moose or cow. It is a source of food and although it's a little strange to us as equestrians... it's not a new practice. Just take a look at other countries and cultures - some cultures would much rather eat dog than cow, while others consider horse a delicacy. I know a few people who LOVE to eat kangaroo and snake, while others gag at the thought of eating chicken.
As for death not being gentle (I'm going a few pages back), maybe I've been lucky, but the animals I've had to euthanize have gone peacefully. Whenever I have to make the choice to euthanize one of my ailing pets, I ask that the animal is anesthetized first so they are sleeping peacefully. If they are very ill, the anesthesia will typically stop their heart before the vet even has the final needle ready. For all intents and purposes, they die in their sleep. I've only had three of my animals die without my help and I can assure you... I'm still trying to rid my memory of that image. When Hemi (my hedgehog died), the last thing I remember is her going into convulsions, biting her tongue and squealing because she was in such an extreme amount of pain. When she died, her quills were standing straight up and she looked as if she was steadying herself for a fight. Her mouth was wide open and during one convulsion, she had managed to bite down on something hard and break every single one of her teeth. Her legs were splayed and every single toe spread wide apart... Five years later, I still cringe when I think of the fear and pain that enveloped her final moments. When Cuda and Kismet, two more of my hedgehogs, died, they died in their sleep and were completely relaxed. Cuda had his head rested on the stand of his wheel and Kismet was stretched out in her sleeping bag. They were the lucky ones... they passed naturally, instantly, in their sleep.