Thank you for your support. Parts of my family find it odd that I would give up milk chocolate or pizza for some silly cow, but to me it's so much more. I remember, years ago, I went to my grandparents house to visit them and I had been asked why I wouldn't drink regular milk. I had told them about the cows, especially how their tails can be docked so they don't get in the way of the machine, and my grandpa had said "That's not true." I mean come on! It was on the news, for petes sake! But even when I told him that, he had scoffed and made me feel like some idiot for not drinking it. I come from very old-school family members, where they eat what suits them and don't care about whatever went into it. Recycling isn't a big option and whatever isn't eaten goes to the dogs. It's amazing how much different I feel from them. Luckily my parents were, and still are, very supportive of me, even doing meatless Mondays when we eat together.
