He's crying before the kill floor. People think that these animals don't know what is happening to them. See it in her eyes, know that they do.
She's crying. She's terrified. She wants freedom. It's now too late.
Her last moments on this earth. What have we done?
Denied proper winter care, this cow struggles to eat his frozen lunch. Normally, food would be mixed with hot water to create an enjoyable experience for the animal. Not in this case of farming.
We do not have to understand the same language to be able to communication. These cows express all the genuine emotion you need to understand.
"We care about you. We are fighting for you."
This morning I made sure the cows felt your love as well as my own.
I will never forget the day I met Evma. The name of her ear tag caught my attention immediately. I began whispering her name in hopes that it may offer her some comfort or relief. There was nothing I could do but apologize for how she had been betrayed; The day I met Evma, they killed her.
Standing with this cow for almost 20 minutes- we made a profound connection. As the truck started to roll towards the slaughterhouse, panic and fear overcame the cow I had tried so desperately to comfort. As I watched her react, my focus narrowed in on the metal grate deterring me from offering any relief or freedom. I wish I could set them free. I wish I could tear down the walls of each truck to liberate the animals trapped inside.
They are beautiful beings- they are not beef. They want to live just like you and I. She peered out at me longingly as if to say "Are you here to save me?". I wish I was. I wish there was something more that I could have done for her.
A gentle nose sniffs my fingertips. Offering love and sympathy instead of the harsh human hand she has only ever known.
I am always surprised by how forgiving these animals are. Especially the mothers who have endured unimaginable pain. A life of suffering ending too soon; without repent.
A mother uncared for.
This is how she spent her last day alive- Battered, bruised and bleeding.
Considered of no more profit to humans except to be consumed and forgotten; Bound for slaughter.
I happen upon a respectful conversation with an interested truck driver. "Can I see the photos" he eagerly asks.
I was pleasantly surprised when he confirmed the name of Sympathy at Slaughter and where he can find more information.
A reality the Dairy industry doesn't want you to see
A mother suffering engorged udder pain and discomfort: Can you feel good knowing this is who dairy products come from? Conversations with the farmer transporting these cows to slaughter reminded me of this powerful quote: "Whenever people say 'We mustn't be sentimental' you can take it they are about to do something cruel.
A defective dairy cow arriving at the slaughterhouse with an unidentifiable lesion on her face.
What do you think has happened to her? It appears to be a tumor growth scabbed and scraped open.
She should have received medical care. Instead she was considered no longer profitable and sent to slaughter among a truck full of dairy mothers.
Another day, another defect dairy cow driven to death.
It was only 6 days ago I witnessed this exact same heart wrenching situation; a dairy mother with udders infected, engorged and of no further profit to the farmer sent to slaughter. Sadly, this is a reality common to all forms of dairy farming.
They have that look in their eyes.
It's as if they know they are about to die. How would you feel being trapped inside?
What happens if they fall?
There is no room to get up. Cows are forced to lay in manure under bodies of other cows if and when they fall on route to slaughter.
Could you imagine being trapped in there with no way out?
Standing only outside the transport truck, the stench was unbearable. Cows peering out at me with manure splashed all over their beautiful faces.
Calves witnessed entering Toronto slaughterhouse are still weaning for their mothers milk moments before slaughter
Veal is the meat of calves, in contrast to the "beef" from older cows. Veal can be produced from a calf of either gender and any breed; however, most veal comes from young males of dairy breeds because these are surplus to the industry's requirements.
There are different types of veal which require the calves to be slaughtered at differences ages. The most popular is Bob Veal which requires calves to be slaughtered when they are only a few weeks old weighting up to only 60 pounds. Another is "formula fed" veal which involves the calves being raised on a milk formula supplement until they are slaughtered when they reach 18 to 20 weeks old.
Virtually all dairy calves are stolen from their mothers within hours of birth in order to maximize profit. 21,000,000 dairy calves are slaughtered for veal or cheap beef every year globally.
Who knows how long he was laying in there.
Cow bound for slaughter had fallen on route and was unable to get up.
Beyond heartbreaking. I would have done anything to get her out of there.