The bang from the captive bolt gun startled me as the bull dropped to the ground with a thud. Maybe because I’ve worked with cows more that pigs, or it was a bigger animal but something moved inside me.
I was at the slaughter house again; however today was cattle and this time we were there in time for the stunning and killing. Maybe it was because we were just stood discussing something, and it surprised me, however I was out of my element and didn’t know what I felt. This left me on edge for the rest of the session.
Thinking back I believe it was because the other times I have been at the slaughterhouse has been after the killing had already started. Today I went from standing in a quiet room to being surrounded by the sounds of slaughter. It really was a new experience, the bluntness of slaughter when compared to euthanasia.
Looking at the bull it was still, that single shot having induced unconsciousness the bull was hung and then bled. Though the bull is unconscious the heart is still working, and so when it is cut to bleed the blood simply gushes straight out. Death then follows very quickly from the massive loss of blood – without the animal feeling a thing.
I know the importance of meat as a food source, and the vet’s role in ensuring the safety of this for humans. However I am glad that I felt something and I hope that I never reach the stage where I can see the slaughter of any animal and feel nothing.