I will never wear it again

Recently I came across a picture in which someone holds in his hands a chinchilla, who struggles with all his might at the photographer. True, with careful viewing, it becomes clear that her skin remained only on the muzzle. With the signature that the animal will die after 15 minutes, and the beauty will put on a fur coat, because of which several more small sufferers died martyrdom.

I also have such a fur coat, they gave it to me. And I always comforted myself with this. But after this picture, I could not wear it anymore. Not because I am highly moral, I just can't. I see in front of me the eyes of the animal. I don’t know where I have my only attribute of a beautiful life, but I will never wear it anymore.

Thank you, Rustem Adagamov

PS I will not upload the picture. Google, who is interested.