I Am an Animal-Lover Who Eats Meat & Feels Bad

This post by an old friend resonated with me today.

As an animal lover (we have three cats and two dogs — and that’s it!), I’ve often felt like a hypocrite for cooking beef, chicken or pork. I’ve never met a cow I didn’t like, and yet I’m all right with marinating a few small parts of one who died for the sake of my appetite. Everything tastes better with meat. I hate to say it, but although I enjoy veggie/legume meals a few times a week, I don’t know if I could ever get used to not eating meat.

baby got back

I’m sorry!

About a month ago, Miklos’s dad went to slaughter a pig his friend had raised for him. He loves showing the pictures off to everyone, and to this day I will not look. He was raised doing it, and today he runs a business around meat — I could never condemn him for that.

What was strange was that I couldn’t stop myself from being upset at Miklos for going with him, for helping him, even if he promised he had no part in the actual killing. Meanwhile, his dad makes some wicked good sausage (and his beef jerky’s great too), so why am I complaining?

Well, probably because I met this pig once, for about 5 minutes. It was the ugliest thing, with the filthiest wiry hair. It looked awful, but so do a lot of really nice people. (HA!) Seriously. I knew this thing was living, breathing, could’ve lived a long time. And it didn’t get to. And I’m pretty sure I ate him, probably, without knowing.


You’re safe, llama. I won’t eat you.

It’s just funny the connections we can make with living things in a matter of moments. And it’s also kind of awful how some of us (me) despite this do not have the will power to cut meat products completely out of our lives.

Reading Holly’s post inspired me to write about my own experience — I don’t mean to be a copycat, but I felt it was something I never really mentioned and I needed to get off my chest. Don’t hurt me, Holly. I too am part-animal.

But seriously.

Have you ever had an experience like this? Do you eat meat?

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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  1. hahah that’s ok! I’m glad you were inspired to write, and it’s not copying, you’re just continuing the discussion. I also love the taste of some meats, but I can’t get it out of my head that it’s some animals leg muscle, or back muscle, or… Aye. I’m not proud either of being comfortable with eating an animal that I didn’t know from the grocery store. That also makes me feel like a bit of an animal traitor. When we’re back in the city I think I’ll be more firm on my vege ways, perhaps only commit to buying free range produce. Or skip it altogether.

    • I’m glad I don’t have the muscle thing in my brain, as I’ve never really looked at a chart of where each part comes from. That would be difficult for me too.
      If you can go vegetarian again, my hat’s off to you. And I really like wearing my hat.

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