I am reminded why I am vegan

Today, someone told a story about a dog. How he had a terrible day and when he came home his dog was happy to see him. This story sounds lame; who cares about a dog? That is exactly the point. Animals feel like we do. They love like we do. They hurt like we do. They feel pain like we do.

I saw images of people hurting animals. They were chained. Animals were being clubbed, beating, stabbed, killed. I started to cry.

Now, I get to the point of this post. The other day, I was actually salivating over the flesh of a cow. But, the flesh was disguised: it was cooked; it did not have blood on; it was perfumed with herbs and spices to hide its rancid smell. I wanted to eat pastrami and corn beef till I couldn’t stop my mouth watering. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself driving in my car to the deli to order a sandwich filled with cow. I actually got my car keys and my purse. It took all my restraint not to eat meat the other day. I thought to myself, “This vegan thing is stupid. People all the time start eating meat after being vegetarian and vegan. You can eat meat Nicole.”

Something stopped me—it was this thought—nonviolence. I kept thinking nonviolence--AHIMSA.

Now, today I hear that story about the dog, the feelings of animals, their oppression, and I know why I did not eat meat. Because I resisted the meat an animal’s life was saved.
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