Peace for Percy … (07/20/16)
This was Percy, and I would love to have been able to introduce you to Percy in person … Percy was friendly and caring, smarter than your dog, and just as self-aware as you or I … Unfortunately, he was crammed into a transport truck and sent to a slaughterhouse, where he was subjected to the awful screams of his friends after they were knocked partially unconscious and strung up by their hind legs, and then he was forced to watch as those same loved ones writhed and squirmed through blood-gurgled gasps after their throats were slit and they were dismembered after being bled out. And then Percy screamed and gasped himself — then he too felt the bolt gun to his temple; he too was only partially unconscious as his own throat was slit; and he too was still partially awake while the slaughterhouse workers steadily rent his body limb from limb.
Percy was kind and Percy was innocent … Percy’s life had value — just as much as yours or mine. And yet Percy’s life was a living Hell from its darkened start to its premature, barbarically violent end …
… and this, all because YOU just had to have your bacon.
You are better than this, my Friends.
Please be better … Thank you.
P.S. … and by the way:
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