Reminds me of when I was raising game birds. I had a large incubator, and a lady gave me some large goose eggs to hatch for her. After hatching, she gave me a few of the goslings. Large Blue Geese. Well my children were like stair steps back then, and my daughter took to those goslings, and they to her. Out in the yard they followed her everywhere like she was their mamma.
Well; time went bye, and those geese were huge. One of those geese didn't like my youngest son, nor he it. So, come Thankgiving we had a large family gathering and that Goose was to be dinner. As everyone gathered at the table, my daughter's countenance became saddened, and it spread to the whole family. No one could eat that bird. Dad and I tried, but with little influence on the others.
Moral of story. Don't make your dinner into a Pet. It's hard to swallow.