Don't name livestock, and don't eat pets.
A Lieutenant in my National Guard unit told me a sad, horrible story about a lamb she named "Fuzzy" when she was 5. They lived on a working ranch, and her dad felt the need for her to learn a lesson. After dinner one day she went to go feed the lamb, couldn't find it, and her dad told her "that was our dinner."
My wife and kids and I talked about it, and decided that our legal hens, named, will not be eaten. But we've also talked about raising a box of chicks some year that don't get named, and only leave the garage to go to the chest freezer.
A Lieutenant in my National Guard unit told me a sad, horrible story about a lamb she named "Fuzzy" when she was 5. They lived on a working ranch, and her dad felt the need for her to learn a lesson. After dinner one day she went to go feed the lamb, couldn't find it, and her dad told her "that was our dinner."
My wife and kids and I talked about it, and decided that our legal hens, named, will not be eaten. But we've also talked about raising a box of chicks some year that don't get named, and only leave the garage to go to the chest freezer.