Slaughter House Route and controlling my grief

It seems my drive to work is on the same route as the trucks that take pigs and cows to their death house. I can't avoid them and it makes me seriously depressed when i see those trucks (which is almost daily) Especially when they're full. I can't stop myself from staring into the truck's open holes and almost every time make eye contact for an extended amount of time with a poor soul who's about to meet his cruel, unnecessary death. It's gotten to the point where i've come to tears in my car just before work, and it never fails to ruin my whole day. All i can think is that they're just poor little pigs, trying to do their thing...just roll in the mud and have 30 min long orgasms. They never hurt anybody!!! How can i control my grief for these poor animals? Other things that break my heart are roadkill on this drive as well. I'm grateful that i'm not ignorant to these things, but i'm starting to wish i was. I can't be sad like this anymore.

 

oh man I know how you feel. The slaughter house route here drives through town, right past the main entrance to the University...hardly a day goes past where you don't see a truckload of sheep heading to the freezing works (or an empty truck heading back home)... the stench of piss and fear is AWFUL and yes, seeing the animals packed in together...oh it's just so sad.

 

Yeah, ignorance IS bliss. A good friend and I both decided that we were happier not being ignorant, despite the problems that come with it.