When I was a kid I had a pet rabbit. He had big floppy ears and black and white fur and lived outside in a little rabbit house. One night at dinner my father asked me how it was, and then proceeded to inform me that it was my rabbit. He made me finish dinner. He was as delicious as he was cute. Things die, other things eat them. That's how the world works. I get upset when I see people driving around the city in big ass trucks and SUVS that have never seen work or gone off road. I see the same ones just commuting everyday with one maybe occupants. My neighbor- no kids or hauling or anything- every day. That's the world. You won't like everything about it and I'm sorry. It can suck. Don't eat animals then. Just don't try and tell me what to eat because it offends your delicate sensibilities. I still eat meat, even rabbit. My fuzz buddy would have wanted it that way, and if he thought people tasted good he'd probably try and eat me too.
Just for the chaotic fun
I don't eng like blood pudding