D. D. When I was a kid, maybe 7/8, we lived next to a slaughter house. (actually shared the same driveway) And, yes, I had to go and stack multiple wooden pallets up so I could peek in the window. Only did it one time, but got the whole show. Cows shot in the head with a 22, pigs strung up by their back feet and their throats slit. Yep, never again.
One thing I witnessed years ago and has stayed with me.
Driving down a highway and seeing two dogs on the side of the road. One obviously was hit by a car and was dead. The other one was sitting there waiting for the other to finish this impromptu nap. At least that's how I perceived it. I always wondered how long that dog sat there waiting.