I wasn't planning on going to a slaughterhouse today. I was going about my morning but I couldn't ignore the cows calling my name. I had to go- to be there for them; with them. When I arrived there were already two trucks parked on the public street. As soon as they pulled into the dock at the slaughterhouse another truck full of dairy cows pulled up. It is unbearable and impossible to describe what it feels like to say goodbye to 3 trucks of innocent cows moments away from slaughter.