One of the everlasting benefits of being in the Boy Scouts in the 50s/60s was to learn and adopt the good parts of the American Indian culture - among which was reverence for wildlife - the staff of life.
I grew up on a farm where all our meat was grown right there.
Butchering day was a somber event.
OTOH, the livestock lived splendid lives for their allotted span and went out of this world happily chowing down on their favorite food.
I doubt that any of them even felt anything; certainly no fear or suffering.
We “backward hicks” have that same reverence.