What kind of experience is it to sell a pet that has been kept for many years to a slaughterhouse?

My family has a local dog, which has been kept for five or six years. My family lives in the countryside, with a teddy and three cats. Now I live in a relative's house because of the demolition. The demolition room is 80 square meters. I went home the next afternoon when I was playing with my sister at my uncle's house. In the evening, my family told me that the dog was sold. Quarrel, drop your cell phone and run away from home. I borrowed money to take a taxi back to the company to get the company's mobile phone and take a taxi to the nearby slaughterhouse. I searched for it for two hours that night, but I couldn't find it. I was told. Go to bed at one o'clock, get up at 4: 30 and take a taxi to find it, and ask my friend to go to the handover site in the morning and squat down to transport the vehicle for me. The kind driver and I found the city next door and finally found it at 1: 30. We are loading the car and preparing to transport it to other cities. When I entered his house, he said I didn't respond to the delivery. Later, when he came back, I went into his house and saw the dog skin on the slaughter table. The blood flowed from the slaughter table to the dog cage. I reacted to him. He was too scared to go out and lie prone on the ground. I told him to move, but he didn't dare to move until the dog killer let him go to me. He added money to redeem the dog and sent it to the pet hospital for accommodation.

I don't like it very much, but it's half of my family anyway. How can I sell it to others and kill it?

The same is true of pet dogs. When I was looking for dogs, I went to a farm. They are all golden retriever. Samoyed Labrador adds up to 300. I also went to a slaughterhouse, where all the pet dogs were beautiful. The boss said he would kill the meat if he couldn't sell it! That slaughterhouse is in the countryside, and there is dog blood from the trash can to the toilet. There is also a base counting cats. In such a big cage, cats are crowded together like food, and are caught from one cage to another by big pliers, screaming all the time.

Having said so much, I feel lighter. You can't understand what it's like for a man who can't even look at killing a chicken to go to a slaughterhouse to find a dog. Who likes dogs since childhood? Some people see so many dogs wagging their tails at you, but they will die soon? They can't resist. They regard you as the most important person in their master's life. How can you be willing to sell it and sell it to others to kill it?