In 1970 (I was 15 years old), my parents raised rabbits. Unfortunately, my parents divorced leaving my mother (and me ... last kid at home) with a few hundred rabbits. Dad taught me how to dress them out, but killing them was hard for me. I never got use to it, and to this day, still feel bad about having to kill any animal (which I've had to do occasionally out of necessity).
Mom sold those rabbits for $2.00 a dressed rabbit. The only requirement was, the right front foot had to still be attached to the dressed rabbit. The reason for the right foot, which is standard practice for rabbit meat, is so it can't be swapped out for cat. A dressed cat looks identical to a rabbit, you can't tell them apart until you cook them and eat them. I will honestly say, I never slaughtered a cat!
All but a few of them, which we kept for ourselves, was sold. Mom kept the money, which she truly did need.
In time, they were all slaughtered and the breeder male and the 3 females were sold. I think mom got like $10 for each of them.
I was never so happy in all my life to be done with "rabbits." Since then, I've never had rabbit meat again.
Years before, we had chickens ... lots and lots of chickens. Mom slaughtered the chickens for meat. I can still smell that horrid odor dropping those dead birds into boiling hot water to de-feather them.
Growing up on a farm in rural Indiana ... well ... some city folks will just never understand.