Wailing lamb.

This morning I was overwhelmed by sadness.
For our usual early morning I walk with the dogs to the coral in the woods where our landlord keeps his goats and sheep. Sometimes I bring the animals only leftovers from the kitchen, but many times I also take along a bag of freshly cut grass.
I love it to feed these beautiful animals and to observe how the big billy goat keeps everything well-organized. In springtime it is pure joy for me to admire the energy of the lambs and to see how they keep close to their mothers. Having fed them, I then continue the walk filled with happiness.
But,today my heart was suddenly filled with sadness.
I saw how "un labrador"(a farm hand)grabbed a lamb, tied its legs together and took it along. The panick-stricken lamb cried like a human baby and its voice filled the whole valley with a wailing sound.
George Bernard Shaw has written somewhere that "as long we have slaughter houses, we will have battle fields."
I believe this.
For a lunch at the Font Salada in Oliva, all the friends walking with dogs want to eat meat. Except two persons.
I am one of them.
Over the last 35 years I have not eaten one morsel of meat.
I did other things though.
I will give you some examples, not because I want to boast but just to say it is my conviction that I do not need meat in order to stay in good physical, mental and emotional condition.
I ran thousands of km every year untill I reached the age of 50.
I competed in races untill I turned 51.
I ran a marathon in 3 hrs and 52 minutes.
I cycled thousands of km every year and one day I did 256 km in one go.
I practiced rock climbing with my son.
I climbed the Mont Blanc (4.808 m)in France.
I trekked through the Kali Gandaki in Nepal from Pokhara to Mukhtinat.
I participated in kayak marathon trips that took all day.
I am still a student of martial arts and a practitioner of Tai Chi, training five times per week week.
I do not have any health insurance except the (legal) Spanish Seguridad Social.
And yes I am still in fairly good condition.
Conclusion: Me personally,I do not need meat and I do not want meat.
Certainly not the meat from the supermarkets, the industrial meat from the multinational corporations that are destroying Mother Nature. That is meat from animals that were not allowed to have something that could come close to a decent life. The few months they have been alive in a concentration factory is spent in atrocious cicumstances, while their bodies were turned into chemical substances.
And NO, we do not see it when these animals are killed.
It is kept hidden from us.
I have the impression we have been brainwashed and conditioned to imagine that the meat we buy in the supermarkets has nothing to do with suffering animals.
One day I was the guest of honour during a fund raising dinner of a local charity with "para la protección de animales" in its name.
Seeing that sausages and steaks were being served I asked the president if she was also raising funds for the protection of these animals that gave their lives for the meal.
I could see that all of a sudden I became a lot less popular in the eyes of this well-meaning lady.
But according to me, the dinner was a good example of the schizophrenia regarding animals in our society.
On the one hand we spoil some (mostly cats and dogs)to death and on the other hand we are torturing, killing and eating the billions of suffering animals of the meat industry.
By the way, right now while you are reading this, they are suffering more than ever before.
Well,having written this, maybe I will be less popular in the dog walking world.
So be it.
I accept.

Kindest regards from Bruno