I am very fond of my cows. I invest a lot of my time with them. I think I mentioned once before that I have constructed a bridge that will be very difficult for me to cross someday. I am 63. I figure I can do this for at least another 20 years. Nevertheless, the time will come when I will put down my curry comb and walk from the pasture. I must cross that bridge. I saw it happen to my dad. He worked horses his entire life except for the time he served in the armed forces during WWII. He never completely recovered from the depression of giving them. With the end of something that was a priority in your life, comes a realization that one is near an end.
I think when I end, I would prefer that all my cattle be sent to slaughter. My cattle enjoy a pretty good life. They are in a safe harbor. They have safe, clean, plentiful pasture. I treat them to mixed feed like you would give a child dessert. They have good clean water, minerals and protein supplements. They are groomed and combed for burrs and debris. Scratched, rubbed and played with. They are watched over on a daily basis. I am not content in the knowledge that the one who would follow me would treat them as well. I would be more at peace knowing that they are not mistreated.