To #4977
An Ode of Gratefulness

So this is awkward. I will admit that I am partly (mostly) to blame for your death. While you were munching away on mountain grass and doing other bovinely things, we were plotting your demise and trying to calculate how many steaks we could make out of you.

But we are thankful for you. And we chose you for a reason. We've seen the pasture you spent your life on. We can rest easy knowing that you were treated with kindness, fed with food that won't make you sick, and allowed to roam freely outside where you belong. We know that you spent your whole life from birth to our freezer within a 40 mile radius and used less gasoline to get there than I use in a few days of my life.

So we are thankful for you and the health you will provide for us, and for the community you create by bringing 8 friends together to share your bounty. Since you're inanimate now, you probably don't care, but if it helps, we promise to make you as tasty as possible and share you with friends 'round our table.