Perhaps I've already told you guys this story...I do repeat myself nowadays...
When I was a kid, my grandparents had cows. Big stupid brown ones. We'd entertain ourselves running the length of the electric fence to see if the steer/bull or whatever he was would chase us. He was terrifying, and I was always afraid that he'd charge right through that fence & kill me.
Anyway. Every year or so they'd butcher a cow and we'd all get a freezer full. We also got pork & rabbit this way too.
I was around 16 when I realized (while standing in the cutting room at the butcher
shop overseeing our meat cuts) that
this meat came from
those cows...and the bunnies I had played with, were
those rabbits...
I was such a dopey kid, I had never made that connection before...and I cried for days...then I had a steak.