I am not particularly squeamish about eating meat. I rather enjoy it. We don't have meat every meal but mostly we do. I hope the meat I eat comes from a beast that has enjoyed a good life and an instant death.
Tradie Brother and Step Mother's husband bought a calf, and over a period of how ever long it takes to fatten a calf into a saleable beast to supply meat, Blackie led a charmed life. TB had great fun with the calf when younger and even as Blackie matured, when it would head butt him. TB's dog was rather jealous of TB's relationship with Blackie, but they tolerated each other.
Mother implored TB. You can't do it! You can't kill your pet, but eventually the deed was done and the meat shared between TB and Step Mother's husband. TB assisted with the deed and was in charge of putting mince into bags and could barely keep up with the skilled butcher.
While we did not get steaks, each of TB's siblings and Mother received about a 1.5 kilo of mince. I kind of put it out of my mind until last night when we were dining on the second meal from a Shepherd's Pie. R proclaimed that it was the last of Blackie. Sweetheart, I really wish you had not mentioned that. As well as Shepherd's Pie, Blackie has been made into Chow Mein, curried mince and meat loaf and he was rather delicious.
S'pose troubling about the source of your meat is rather a first world problem, but we should give it a thought at times.