Appetising

Reading this in the Guardian this morning was not the most appetising piece to read over breakfast. The line that moved me most was -

"The rabbit's head was dark against the light grey sky. It had pocked hollows instead of eyes and raised ears, frayed like an over-loved toy."

After a conversation about the morality of eating Veal and Foie Gras I had last night, the waves of doubt over my vegetarianism that I've had over the past few weeks have now completely subsided.