I call myself vegetarian, although I suppose I'd technically be classified as semi-vegetarian, since I will occasionally still have fish...and I do eat eggs, cheese, some dairy. But I gave up eating meat several years ago, at first because of health reasons and then later because I felt like a hippocrite, eating meat when I love animals. (Personal feeling only...I don't feel that way about others who include meat in their diets.)
Several years ago I was cycling to work and had to stop to fix my brakes whilst going down a sidestreet. Back then there was still an old meathouse operating at the end of the street, and after I'd stopped across from it, was first engrossed with the problem my bike was having. But as I was kneeling down I had the odd sense that I was being watched; I turned around and looked, and there at the side of the road was a trailer filled with cattle, obviously destined for slaughter. I walked over to it and looked in, and the most beautiful big brown eyes stared back at me. Yet it was eerie, for except for the faint sound of their gentle breatheing, and the odd hoof shuffling on the boards, the cattle were all silent. I think they knew in some way what their fate was, and they stood there, crammed together in that small trailer, helpless to do anything but accept it.
I can't tell you how much I wanted to break down the door of that trailer and encourage them all to make a run for it, but even that would have been hopeless; for it would only have ended in stressing them out even more, and their fates would not have changed. And as I looked at these beautiful creatures I felt so close to them, and my heart cried for their souls. It would be another couple of years after that day before I finally gave up meat for good, but that scene remained with me, and it ultimately helped me to make my decision...and the sight of them standing there, in silence, will haunt me forever.