Dealing with the Freezer

Let me address my freezer. Back in November 2009 (when I vowed to go veganese) I had to deal with the dead meat all packaged up in my freezer. Ugh. This was the most difficult thing I had to do. Just looking at it and touching it revolted me. I cried so much during those first weeks. I was literally feeling like a murderer who was just coming to grips with what she had done to her innocent victims. It has taken two months, but I can finally write and talk about it without bawling.

Okay. So I didn't really know what to do with the dead cow, pig, chicken, and fish in there. I knew my family wasn't about to eat it (seriously... dead flesh just won't land on the plates of my loved ones if I can help it). So I thought about donating it to a shelter (as I had done with my canned and packaged goods that contained animal ingredients). However, something really didn't sit right with me about doing that. I therefore thought good and hard about how to respect and properly deal with the lives that were taken in my freezer. And it came to me. I was going to treat them like we do with dead humans. I was going to bury them. This wouldn't make up for what I had done and this won't grant me forgiveness, but this will help me move on and go forward. My husband and I therefore dug a very deep hole in our yard by a tree we recently planted and buried the dead animals in there. The blood on our hands afterward from carrying the meat over to be buried hit home that this change to veganism was permanent.

There. That's it. I hope I never have to handle dead flesh like that ever again.