Unconditional love: she came to her name, she greeted her 'owners' as they reached out to pat her. She trusted them - unconditionally.
Conditional love (love?): she was no longer small enough to be kept as a 'pet' and is now sitting in their freezer. And they still consider themselves animal lovers, because "she had a good life while she was alive"!!!.
In my eyes this does NOT make it OK.
It is really sad, and worse for me (well not actually, worse for the magnificient sentient life that never had a chance) that the 'owners' are my family - I will continue to quiety and pleasantly (while boiling within) state my views in the hope that one day they will change their way of thinking.
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