[j52c]

I have been brought up with animals all my life, when I was living at home my father used to keep pigs, fowls, geese, turkey etc.

Each Christmas we used to send a pig to the local slaughterhouse, the slaughterman would keep half and bring the other half back to our house. My father would then cure the bacon and ham on a stone floor we had layed in the pantry. I never liked the part of the slaughter of the pig, even though they were stunned before the actual slaughter, because they were like pets to me, but, we have to eat. However, anyone that tells me the animal does not suffer when it is killed by just having it's throat cut is living in cloud cuckoo land.