I have always been opposed to violence, but the reality animals undergo in slaughterhouses and farms had effectively been kept hidden from me when I was small. I can honestly say that during my childhood and adolescence animals were invisible, I had never lived with a cat or dog and had never thought about how meat or fish ended on my plate. It may sound strange but I can’t recall anytime in my childhood when I had even thought about animals.
In 2001, a book ended up in my hands, a part of the book described the death of a cow in a slaughterhouse. I started looking for information on the internet and this finally lead me to becoming vegan. I remember reading that in some occasions female cows are pregnant when they reach the slaughterhouse, the mother cows are killed and then their babies are pulled from their inside still alive to be killed for their meat, I also remember reading about how cows cry for days when separated from their babies… I became aware that eating meat is eating someone. Eating meat is eating a baby, a mother, a father…
Going vegan even back in 2001 was much simpler than I had initially thought, it was relatively easy to find soy milk and other plant-based alternatives and I enjoyed creating new recipes, trying new flavors and learning about all the benefits a vegan diet could bring to my life. And all those benefits are for real! After over 13 years as a vegan my blood analysis come back perfect and I feel that veganism has made me not only healthier but also more compassionate.
At the website countinganimals.com it estimates that a vegetarian saves approximately 406 animals a year, that is about an animal a day! At the end of the day, no matter how bad things have gone, I always think that thanks to that simple and profound decision I made in 2001 an animal is spared from a brutal death.