“Mercy For Animals’ undercover investigation at a Butterball turkey factory farm in Hoke County, North Carolina, has led to what is believed to be the first-ever felony cruelty to animals conviction related to birds used for food production in US history. Considering that poultry make up 8 out of the nearly 9 billion land animals raised and killed for food each year in the United States, this felony conviction sets a powerful legal precedent. Brian Douglas, along with several other Butterball employees, was documented violently kicking and stomping on birds, dragging them by their wings and necks, forcefully throwing turkeys, and bashing in the heads of live birds with metal bars. Douglas pled guilty to felony cruelty to animals on Tuesday, August 28 and will serve 30 days in jail, followed by 42 months of probation. The four other workers were also charged with cruelty to animals, and their cases are pending.”
Perfect post to close today’s theme on companions animals. I do not consider animals property. I do not call myself their owner, nor are they just “my pets.”
They are my family.
I don’t have one person in my life who can match the relationship I have with my animals. They’ve been with me through breakups, romance, new jobs, new homes, heartbreak, and happiness. They listen when I want to talk, and they know just what to do when I don’t.
My pets don’t like it when I close the bathroom door on them. Frankly, my pets are just about the only living beings I’ve ever been comfortable peeing in front of. In a very strange way, that says just how close they are to me.
My dog Louie passed away in April, and I cannot tell you how strange it’s been not having him here. His little idiosyncrasies were apart of my daily life and not having him here has left a huge void. Having to adjust to a life without him was something I could not fathom. My animals mean the world to me, and they are my world. Adopting them were the best decisions I’ve ever made.
People talk about animal intelligence in terms of brains. When the vet called me to tell me that Louie had died, my knees buckled and collapsed to the ground. My dog Jesse walked up to me, sat in my lap, and looked up into my eyes. He knew exactly what I needed. I needed a hug. I didn’t have to say it. I don’t think unconditional love is something that comes easy to humans, but it is a trait in all of my animals.
That’s why I’m vegan. That’s why I’m an activist. That’s why I write this blog. It’s for them. They’re my animals and I am their person. We’re family. #vegansofig