06 Feb '15 16:41>2 edits
He was my boss, but that was on the surface. He told me as far as he was concerned I was my own boss. He was a friend. More like a surrogate father to me. He was 83 years old, had both hips replaced, Twice. Had his small intestine shortened, his colon shortened. He went to go take a leak in the middle of the night and fell and broke his neck. He was in the hospital for about a week when they decided to end life support. It seems we have little say in how we come into life or how we leave it. This all sounds pretty sad I am sure. But if this were the whole story, I wouldn't have shared it. People die all the time, it's sad, but that's life.
The next day, in a small abattoir a slaughter cow was stunned. The shackler noticed she was carrying. They did a quick C section and there was a fully developed male calf, healthy and strong. Instead of moving the calf on the kill line, as veal is super pricey and this would have made the calf more profitable. When this happens, they move the calf to the feedlots and raise it to sell later.
Still nothing too spectacular, people die, calves are born.
The calf's name is the same as my late friend/boss. The packer had never heard of my boss, just liked the name.
Hand of God, circle of life.
The next day, in a small abattoir a slaughter cow was stunned. The shackler noticed she was carrying. They did a quick C section and there was a fully developed male calf, healthy and strong. Instead of moving the calf on the kill line, as veal is super pricey and this would have made the calf more profitable. When this happens, they move the calf to the feedlots and raise it to sell later.
Still nothing too spectacular, people die, calves are born.
The calf's name is the same as my late friend/boss. The packer had never heard of my boss, just liked the name.
Hand of God, circle of life.