ssramage
Senior Member
When I was a kid we had a steer named Gus on our dairy farm. My brother and I would take turns, one riding, the other leading Gus around the field. My folks thought we'd be mortified when it was butcher time.
Instead we would enthusiastically ask "we eating Gus-burgers tonight??"
I've raised my kids similarly except so far with fowl and have recently purchased our first bull/bred cow pair. Hoping for a bull calf to castrate and butcher.
My grandad raised cattle when I was young. He died when I was only 5 but I can remember bottle feeding calves and being there for a processing day. It never bothered me.