Can we love animals and eat them?

[orwell]

7. I met a steer...

...and made friends with it. It was one of the sweetest animals I have ever had interactions with. He was like a giant black pet dog. He greeted me every day on my morning walk, running over to the fence to nuzzle me, lick my hand and just hang out. It was a herd animal that was lonely and just wanted companionship. My neighbors originally got him to be raised for slaughter but after getting to know him they couldn't do it.

He was a really beautiful soul. He died when some asshole opened the gate to the field he grazed in and he got out and got hit by a car. He was walking towards my house on the side of the hill, likely to visit me.

It was one of the few times in my life I cried.