If the animal was a pet, I could never eat one of my pets after it died. As a teen I lived on my uncles farm and we often raised pigs for food and to sell. I remember naming two pigs "Debbie & Diane," but I knew they were not pets. It would make me sick to even think of eating a pet unless I had no other choice.
I remember when I lived on a FL wildlife compound. We had driven to town to get supplies. On the way home we found a dead turkey and took it home for the feathers. We laid it in the yard and got busy with chores, went back later and it was gone. Found out it had been cleaned and was in the oven being cooked for supper. Needless to say I did not eat the supper of road-kill. Yuck!
