I think the problem with your posts is that many people here simply do not know what is done to the animal (as distinct from a cow, chicken or fish) in order to get their tasty veal. Once I learned, I gave up eating veal. I still eat other meats, but veal is off the menu as far as I'm concerned.
I have not visited a "veal preparation farm," but I have talked with those who have. I have heard it said: "If you ever do, it will break your heart."
Most people have not thought about it, do not want to think about it, don't know about it, or are so inured that they don't feel anything.
Sometimes denial is the best course of action. It can certainly be an effective defense. However, it is probably the most dangerous thing in the world. It is the single thing that I fear most.
I first heard about veal many years ago from a relative (cousin) who is an avid hunter. In fact, that side of my family is enthusiastic about hunting, have a huge hunting reserve, etc., and always have. I hunted with them as a child. I am still very fond of them.
It is my father's family. However, my father was never a hunter. He was an outstanding man and the most courtly, gentlemanly man I have ever known, very strong and highly intelligent. He was also very kind.
The relative who explained veal production to me explained to me how cruel it is. Though raise as a hunter, he was strongly against veal.
At the time, his objections seemed odd to me and didn't register. It was later, when I had had time to reflect, that I began to recoil from it.
You're a rarity on this thread. It seems most of the posters here are of the notion that there IS no such thing as animal cruelty.
Veal is a type of beef from a young calf. A cow is a female. The beef most people eat is from steers that are younger castrated male cattle.
I remember arising early to feed the cattle beefcake when it had been snowing out and discovered one cow that had recently calved was missing its calf. We hunted a good part of the a couple of days to discover it had gotten stuck in a mire and nearly died from exhaustion. We got into the muck and fetched him out, took him back, nursed him with warm milk and kept him in the barn for a few days so he wouldn;t die from exhaustion.
He later was butchered and sold as veal and the few pieces we had were tasty.
That particular calf was treated better than the rest of the herd, and suffered mainly because he didn't stay with his Momma the way he should have.
Perhaps you are confusing veal with Kobe beef.