Vegeterian

I don't eat you anymore because you have eyes, ears, a nose, and a mouth. 

Because you have feelings and can express them.

Because you are a sweet little (or large) soul who has every right to a long happy life, as do I.

When I feel pain, I understand where it's coming from and it is unpleasant.  When you feel pain from the hands of humans you are sad and confused, haven't you just minded your own business all this time?

I don't put you in my food anymore because you are not food, you are life.  Your death will not be on my hands anymore.

You have families, babies, friends.

You have fun and laugh and cry, just like I do.

Some of your kind are pets and some of you are meant to be mistreated, processed, and then consumed.  What makes one species different than the other?  I cannot comprehend taking my dog, murdering her, and roasting her to consume anymore than I can comprehend people doing that to you.

You don't have to die so that I may live, therefore I won't kill you.

When I found out the average human consumes 31 animals per year, I figured by deciding to go without meat, I would help 31 of you per year.  Though that may not seem like much overall, for each of those 31 it means their world and their life.

And that, I've been told, can make all the difference.