I used to breed goats, mostly just for colour, and when it was time to have goat for dinner, I would take the kids to the market, sell them and then buy some others and have them killed for dinner.
Couldn't stand the thought of eating something that had been running and jumping all round the paddock at home. The ones I bought I didn't know, so that was alright
Theres another way of looking at this Ma. I used to raise chooks for the table, and the kids objected to eating their fluffy friends. So I showed them how chicks were raised in the commercial operations, which wasnt as comfortable for the chooks as for the home-raised ones.
Wouldnt you rather eat a goat or a chook that has had a happy life?
Gotta agree with Pauline on this one. You do not want to know.
On the other hand, I like the story Bill Harney tells in his Cookbook, of the white women who said to an aboriginal woman "How can you eat that?" referring to a Flying Fox cooking on the open fire. The aboriginal woman pointed to some hens that were scratching around, and eating rotting food that was laying around, and said "How can you eat those ? At least the Flying Fox only eats fruit."
I know it is silly but I just could not eat something I have raised, happy life or not happy life. I know all my pets have had a happy life but i could not eat them, i know it is different if you are rearing animals for food but let someone else eat them and i'll eat theirs.