The Final Hours

I'm in the final hours of my Vegan adventure. It has not been an easy trip. I've read some of my early posts and was kind of surprised by my sense of enthusiasm. But I do recall that in the beginning I really felt as if I was doing something noble. No animal had to suffer because of me.

So what did this all really accomplish? If nothing else, I've achieved a great sense of personal satisfaction. I vowed to do something I knew would be unpleasant for me to show my disgust over the Eagles giving dog killer Michael Vick an opportunity to resume his glamourous lifestyle.

Okay, I know that neither Mr. Vick or anyone else in the Eagles organization has a clue as to what I did or why. But I know. And it feels good to give up something and even suffer a little in the hope of achieving something greater.

I've always eaten a lot of meat. To put it in perspective, I figure that each day, the amount of meat I eat is the equivalent of a small rotisserie chicken. So in essence, I have saved the lives of 30 chickens by eating Vegan for 30 days. Think about that. If we all ate Vegan or Vegetarian just one day a week, we could save 52 chickens a year. Now extrapolate those numbers to the people in your town, your state, this nation ... even one Vegetarian meal a day would make a difference and would really be easy to do, especially at breakfast!

There is another benefit I realized when this Vegan thing began to get really difficult for me. A sense of redemption. Sacrifice truly is good for the soul! It's hard to explain but I feel more aware of what's right and what's wrong.

And one thing that's wrong is to focus any more of my energy on Michael Vick. He is what he is. What matters now is for me to do whatever I can to help homeless animals find families to take them home and love them. I should thank Michael Vick for prompting me to walk the walk, not just talk the talk. Instead of just dropping a dollar in a collection jar, I'm actually doing something to make the shelter experience a better experience for all the dogs waiting for their forever home. And it feels really good to do it!

So, to conclude, it's been a long strange trip! But I'm glad it's come to an end. I'm not a Vegan. I eagerly await tomorrow for with it comes the sensation I've been longing for these past 30 days - the taste of meat! Yum!

I'm not even sure what I'm going to eat but I know one thing - IT'S GONNA BE GOOD!