Don't worry....it could be worse.
True story....in Peterborough in the 70s and 80s I worked in a large factory where there was a fair proportion of older Italian guys who'd come across after WW2, many worked in the brick pits as well. They were for the most part southern and simple folk from rural backgrounds.
Sebastian, a hulking guy of about 50 at the time (I'd be about 20 at that time) had legendary sandwiches, sometimes what looked like raw anchovies would be hanging from inch thick slabs of bread....always hulking slabs of bread. They made their own wine, had allotments, grew their own stuff etc etc etc.
One year a friend of his went back to Italy to see family and left his goat in Sebs care....it died (reasons unknown).
He butchered it and ate it.
One morning I walked up the loading bay and there was a huddle of Italians..I wandered up to see what was happening, one of them produced a dead rabbit, roadkill perhaps, pulled out a knife and skinned and gutted it, slipped it back in the bag....tonight's tea no doubt.
I went round every pet shop in Norwich trying to find a hamster that resembled the eaten one. I did find one but was rumbled 18 months later when it was still alive. Apparently, the one my Millie-dog ate, was elderly.
