An anonymous death.

This poor chap died alone on a moor.
He still lies there and only when the acid in the peat overcomes his bones will he disappear from memory.

But at least his was a proper death.
He didn't suffer the indignity of being herded with his kin into a tight truck. He didn't plead noisily in vain while being marched in single file to receive a bolt through his brain.

They say animals don't suffer, but have you ever been to a slaughter house?
There is the very vivid impression that they know life has taken a significant turn for the worse.

We absolutely need animals in our countryside.
But they also need respect.