And so it was that, at that moment, a vile ‘trade’ was born. Even when a dog was at the last stages of terminal cancer, or had suffered from a chronic pneumonia, if the owners abandoned them, I would hand the animal over to the dog-meat restaurant. Some days, I sent as many as 7 dogs to the restaurant. They asked me to supply cats as well. They explained that if they mixed it all up, no one would realise it was cat-meat. I was young and not that well off at the time. I suppose I did these things without thinking too much about my conscience. But I saw at first hand how diseased dogs are turned into food. Even if the body was already partly decomposed, the restaurant was still prepared to take it. For me, it seemed at the time to be a convenient way of disposing of all the dead animals from my practice. Looking back, however, I now realise I was guilty of promoting a quite evil trade. I was not the only vet sending rotting bodies to the dog-meat restaurants, however. I believe many other vets in the big cities dealt in dead and diseased dogs in a similar way during the mid 1970s. Only the culture of secrecy among all those involved prevented the truth from being revealed to the general public.