And I can't say I'm happy.
See, I know that a day or so ago, our turkey was still walking the earth, enjoying the sun, eating feed. But, his or her time was limited and he (let's go with that) was marked for death. For us.
Sure, until that point, he had a great turkey life: free range, no drugs or pesticides, lots of food. But does having a good life make up for an untimely death?
Sure, if not us, someone. If not a happy turkey, then a miserable factory turkey who never knew sun or space. Then, maybe death for that turkey would be a gift? But who wants to eat that?
(I know, I know, plants are sentient, too. I'll worry about that later).
I'm having some trouble being thankful. But I'll have no trouble not eating our turkey.
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