I lived with a foster family for 4 years, three of which were spent on a farm. My foster parents loved raising goats, rabbits and chickens. We ate the chickens and rabbits (rabbits taste like chicken but drier) and drank pasteurized goat tard cum, but none of us liked having to kill the animals and the toll on our consciences became such that one afternoon when my foster mom had to put down one of our goats she came back looking defeated and on the brink of tears and only stared at me and said "Never again". She sold the farm a few months later and we returned to the city after.
I don't know if that's relevant to the discussion but I figured I'd remind those questioning everything after having come across this thread that there's still a ton of good people out there, some of whom love animals enough to run farms but who grieve when it's time to slaughter the livestock.
On a lighter note, goats are like big dogs with horns, they're affectionate, wag their tail when happy, love running around outside and play together and you can even put a leash on them and go out for walks!