I was an adolescent in 1975. When the great tribulation came, my family and I fled to the woods near our house. Thank goodness I had prepared myself by reading all the books on edible plants and berries in our area.
For a while we were relatively happy and secure. We ate honey and locusts much like John the Baptist did. Soon, however, winter came and food got scarce. It was a very sad day when we had to eat my dog and a couple of my cats. I cried while doing it but they tasted soooo good.
Just before the evil empire of false religion found our hiding place, Jehovah God unleashed Armageddon and saved us! We fell upon our knees and thanked him through song and prayer. We thought about sacrificing my brother as a thanks offering but that sort of embarrassed Jehovah and he told us we didn't have to do such a thing.
The clean up after the Big A was a little difficult but I got my pet tiger to help. Also, the birds seemed very hungry and very cooperative so things went rather smoothly considering all the dead bodies of worldly people lying around all over the place.
I hope when the resurrection takes place Jehovah will ressurect my pet dog and cats that we ate.