
How butcher's son became a vegan - my story
My father was a butcher his entire working life. He started before he turned 18 and did it until the day he died. My mother also worked in “industry”.
When I grew up - in the 90s, it was normal to bring your kids to work. My primary school was close to my parents' workplace, so I spent countless afternoons there, waiting until we could all go home together.
From my experience I know what slaughter looks like. I know how animals are led to their death. I know how rivers of blood look like. I know what fear and suffering sound like in a place like that.
And I know the scent of it all…
A wonderful environment for a sensitive child…
The denial kicked in early. It had to. For over 30 years I carried it without question. I had been telling myself I was an animal lover - I had a dog and loved him. I admired his intelligence, I was genuinely moved by his capacity to feel.
And I ate his cousins for breakfast.
Then one afternoon, my dog looked at me.
Not the way dogs usually look at you. I mean really looked at me.
In his amber-like eyes I saw something I couldn't unsee: a soul. Not a pet. A being. And in that moment something cracked open - because if both of us could have souls, I had no logical or moral ground to deny that same truth to any other creature.
He's been gone for almost five years but I still see our exchange of glances every time I think of that moment.
I didn't go vegan overnight.
First came flexitarianism - I didn't even know the word yet, I just drastically cut my meat consumption. Then vegetarianism came, which felt like a huge personal achievement. Me - the butcher's son, the home cook, the guy who spent a lifetime mocking vegans eating "grass and rocks." Me…
It took a few more years to understand that vegetarianism wasn't enough. That it still funded the wicked system. That what is being done with sentient, thinking, empathetic beings in that industry makes word "cruelty" sound like an understatement.
In June 2024, I became vegan.
One of the best decisions I've ever made. When the time came - the decision itself was easy. Although the road to it was rocky and took nearly 40 years.
I'm not sharing this to lecture anyone. I know how absurd vegan arguments can sound in a world built by industries with enormous financial power. I know how long it can take to connect the dots.
It took me almost 40 years. And I was lucky enough to have the best dog in the world help me get there.
If you're somewhere on that road - I see you.
Below is one of our last photos together (and one of my favourites). His name was Bundz and I miss him to this day...