You may remember us getting Button over a year ago. We purchased her from a big farm where she got basically no human interaction. She never got used to us. Last summer we tried tethering her out to munch on fresh grass in the front yard, but she got loose twice. Each time of trying to catch her was horrible. So, finally, she was resigned to a life of never EVER leaving the pasture. And I couldn't check her for worms. When she was lambing, I had to stay a good distance away. What if she needed help? Well, too bad.
Last Saturday, Husbandman and I (mostly him) ended her life and readied the meat for grinding.
A couple days later a neighbor woefully said, "I could NEVER do that. I don't know how you kill something with eyes."
My response... "Oh, I didn't know you were a vegan."
Lest anyone say I'm heartless, I really did not CARE for Button. She was a pain in the butt. Because of her I had to do more work. Because of her, Daisy (who's actually Esperanza's lamb) is also skiddish and tends to run from me. Yet even still, I couldn't take her life without pause. It's HARD to look at something with the miraculous breath of life and know that in a few short moments, by my hand, that life will be gone.