You run an animal sanctuary for rescued farm animals and livestock, where they can live happy lives frolicking in the dewy grass. It is as good a life as any animal could ask for: you protect them from predators and from disease, and you don’t even plan to take them to slaughter. Life is good.
You follow a well-balanced vegan diet. You got your pulses and vegetables from the co-op down the road. You get fruit from local orchards, and grain from a mill not too far away. Heck, your next door neighbor is a mushroom farmer. You are the luckiest person in the world, no seriously–who gets to live local and vegan like that.
But life isn’t good forever. Stan, an old rescued steer is dying. He’s just really old, don’t worry, it wasn’t murder. Then he’s dead.
After you dry your tears, what do you do?
A) Why let a body go to waste? Eat him. Maybe I could make a pair of boots from his hide to remember him by.
B) No, he’s a friend. I could never eat a friend. I’ll bury him.
C) Eating animals is exploitative. I would never.
D) Fill in the blank below.
I’m just saying. One of these three I came up with doesn’t make any sense.