Sometimes being a vegan is a lonely business.
I do not like sitting down to dinner with my family and have them eating poor dead animals beside me. I appreciate that I was once a person who ate animals, but I have seen the light, and i have acknowledged how cruelly animals are treated in the food industry and i am trying to make amends by writing this blog and no longer using animals in any way.
I can't stand the smell of cooked meat.
Last week i was out for lunch with a group of retired teachers and we were at a restaurant with only one vegan option, which I ordered. One of the teachers asked why i don't eat free-range eggs because after all, they are allowed to wander around the farm at will. Of course this is not true, but I only said, no I do not eat those eggs because of all of the male chicks that are ground up alive and because when the hen stops laying "enough" eggs (whatever that means) she is sent to the slaughterhouse. I said there is no animal product that you can eat or wear that does not have the slaughterhouse at the end of it.
And then there is this article in today's Mercy For Animals email. Read it, and weep. And if you have not stopped drinking milk, perhaps this article will nudge you in the direction that you know in your heart is the right move to make.
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