You live in the country , or in a small rural town.  You've lived there, with your animals, forever, it seems. 

Your small rural town starts growing.  People move in from elsewhere, people who are used to "city ways".  They want this little town that they moved to from the city to become like the very place they moved from.  They lobby the city council to make regulations making it unlawful to have animals, which have always been there, inside the city limits.  (Sometimes this is after getting the town to even HAVE city limits.) 

But those who've lived there forever, including the elderly animals for whom this has always been their home, the ones who were there first, before the others moved into their territory, will be grandfathered in, right?  They won't have their way of life disrupted and their environment destroyed for the newcomers, correct? 

Don't count on it.  Peter Rabbit and his owner and family thought this would be the case; after all, the horse has lived in that pasture since he was foaled there in 1976, and his owner has had horses in that pasture since he bought the land in 1935, and it would make sense that this one horse would be allowed to stay until nature inevitably takes its course not too long from now.

But, no.  An agreement could not be reached, the city council stood firm in spite of pleadings from all around the globe to do let Peter Rabbit live out the rest of his short life at home, and Peter Rabbit was forced to leave the pasture he's called home for 32 years.  He didn't want to go, and who can blame him?

So, if you live in a small town where there's a city nearby moving in your direction, don't think that just because this is your home and you were there first, that it can't happen to you. 

As long as we allow this kind of thinking, it can.  And will. And that's a shame.