It's horrible to see your loved ones skinned. It's terrible when their corpses rot in the same tight, cold cage you're trapped in. Whether you are bred for fur or for meat, I guess it is better if you die alone than with fellow men who experience a similar fate. Fortunately, you can easily avoid such suffering. You just need to be born as the dominant species. Then, instead of in a cage, you meet your family at the Easter table and you happily eat a sausage blessed by a priest, and you don't give a shit about the fate of other creatures. It's called life, hallelujah.
The attached picture shows Arnold's little sister.