I just read a thread about animal testing in which the animals who were experimented on were euthanized at the end of the research, and it made me think of my childhood rabbit Clover's story. I thought you all might like to hear it. Was not sure where to post it so here it is!
When I was a child, my mom ran an eye surgery center. When lasix type surgeries first came out, her clinic was one of the first to hold demonstrations of the new technology to show the surgeons. The surgeon who pioneered the technique came to her center with all his equipment and a live rabbit to perform the procedure on.
The rabbit was anesthetized and the procedure began, with all the other surgeons watching carefully and my mom (an RN) assisting the surgeon. At the end of the procedure, she was to euthanize the rabbit. The pink juice had been drawn up and sat ready for her.
At the end of the procedure, the doctor ordered my mom to euthanize the rabbit and dispose of the body. He turned away and began shaking hands with the other doctors who vigorously applauded him. There was so much commotion that amidst the celebration, no one noticed when my mom squirted the contents of the deadly syringe into the trash, and carried the limp but sleeping rabbit off to recover.
Clover came home that evening and lived out her days with us. My mom had to falsify records in order to cover her tracks with the surgeon who performed the procedure, but her own doctors and other employees of the clinic knew what she had done and remained silent.
My mom was and is an omni, although she is recently taking steps towards reducing her consumption of animals for health reasons. I often remind her of Clover's plight and what a dichotomy it is to love animals and risk your career for the welfare of one species, while munching happily on another. I believe she will see the truth in her own time. In the meantime, I believe her compassionate act resonated with my young mind and may have been what first planted the seed of veg*nism for me.