He loved his mother dearly. Her warmth, her affection, her strength and her tenderness all brought him joy. He would walk with her in the grass and nuzzle up against her in the cold. The loving bond they shared was a bond everyone deserves to experience in their lifetime. When they came for him, his mother did her best to protect him, to fight off those she once trusted. It was to no avail. As they ripped him away from her, she cried out in pain and he yelled back. He was put in a tiny crate and starved to the point he grew weak. He was murdered for his tender flesh. His mother was raped by her son's captors only to repeat this hellish process until she could give birth no more. The mother and son in this story are a cow and a bull. Their lives mattered to them and so do the billions more who will die an unjust death because we like the taste of their flesh and breast milk. I write this story for the billions of sentient beings who will continue to be objectified and sexually exploited without any necessity whatsoever. Please extend values of peace, respect, and justice to all sentient beings by going vegan.
Z has been having swimming lessons for a while now and he always hated having his head wet or going under and would fret if he wasn't holding onto his teachers neck , last week he swam with just the noodle, he done it today and was so proud of himself as I am to 💕 #swimming#swimlessons#proud#myboy#mummysboy#mumlife