Having met and looked deeply into the eyes of a cow I will never be able to eat beef again.
I am so so sorry for your loss of Cowbert and for Cowbert Jr. (Love the names).
And I am so very glad that Jr. accepted your love. Cows are snuggle buddies once you get to know them.
The brother-in-law of my good friend started to raise cows and now has become so attached that he won't sell the males for anything but stud work and females not at all. He is there for every birth and goes in to talk to, scratch, and make friends with each and every member of his herd.
The one time I was there I was comforting his horse, Lucy, who had just lost her best buddy to old age and the four calves came to the fence to watch the exchange. They were fascinated and allowed me to say hello and give them each a scratch after Lucy got enough attention. In exchange they washed my hand (they have ROUGH tongues) and rubbed their heads against my leg.
I am sorry to say that you SIL needs an empathy lesson. Heck most of humanity does too.
That is all I'll say about the matter since it is a very sore subject for me.
Sending love and hugs your way. Please give Cowbert Jr. a scratch from me as well. If I could I'd been up there to give and get hugs and scratches right now :-)
My SIL is a small animal vet and she does love animals, but she is also a farmer. I don’t think she understands why I feel the way I do about Cowbert. I am not a farmer. The cows and sheep here have good lives, but I hate it when they go to the butcher. It is what it is. I will be a friend to Cowbert Jr. and I will miss Cowbert every day.
I totally understand, we're highly sensitive people. Things like this hit hard. I feel the same. On the upside, Cowbert Jr. gave me some cow kisses this morning, and he gets to live here forever. I'm trying to hold on to that.
Both beautiful names. So very sorry for the loss of cowbert, happy that cowbert Jr is accepting your love. I spent a lot of time on farms when I was younger, most of my grade school friends lived on farms and even after we moved to the big city, I spent summers on one of those farms. It is hard to get a cow to like you, but once you do you have a friend for life...keep being you, big hugs ✨️❤️
Thank you! Spring has finally arrived here in full glorious force, but my sciatica is keeping me from the garden. Hang in there, friend, hopefully warmer days are coming soon!
Having met and looked deeply into the eyes of a cow I will never be able to eat beef again.
I am so so sorry for your loss of Cowbert and for Cowbert Jr. (Love the names).
And I am so very glad that Jr. accepted your love. Cows are snuggle buddies once you get to know them.
The brother-in-law of my good friend started to raise cows and now has become so attached that he won't sell the males for anything but stud work and females not at all. He is there for every birth and goes in to talk to, scratch, and make friends with each and every member of his herd.
The one time I was there I was comforting his horse, Lucy, who had just lost her best buddy to old age and the four calves came to the fence to watch the exchange. They were fascinated and allowed me to say hello and give them each a scratch after Lucy got enough attention. In exchange they washed my hand (they have ROUGH tongues) and rubbed their heads against my leg.
I am sorry to say that you SIL needs an empathy lesson. Heck most of humanity does too.
That is all I'll say about the matter since it is a very sore subject for me.
Sending love and hugs your way. Please give Cowbert Jr. a scratch from me as well. If I could I'd been up there to give and get hugs and scratches right now :-)
My SIL is a small animal vet and she does love animals, but she is also a farmer. I don’t think she understands why I feel the way I do about Cowbert. I am not a farmer. The cows and sheep here have good lives, but I hate it when they go to the butcher. It is what it is. I will be a friend to Cowbert Jr. and I will miss Cowbert every day.
I wish I could read this, but I can’t. I glanced at it to see if it was what I feared it was, and quickly scrolled down here. Crying.
I pray that it’s merciful when it happens, but I can’t bear to know if it isn’t.
I totally understand, we're highly sensitive people. Things like this hit hard. I feel the same. On the upside, Cowbert Jr. gave me some cow kisses this morning, and he gets to live here forever. I'm trying to hold on to that.
Miss you, friend!
While reading this a tear rolled,down my cheek.
❤️
Both beautiful names. So very sorry for the loss of cowbert, happy that cowbert Jr is accepting your love. I spent a lot of time on farms when I was younger, most of my grade school friends lived on farms and even after we moved to the big city, I spent summers on one of those farms. It is hard to get a cow to like you, but once you do you have a friend for life...keep being you, big hugs ✨️❤️
I am happy to have a cow friend, but we will miss Cowbert. 😘
oy this hurt to read. I'm so sorry about the loss of your friend Cowbert. <3 Sending you and your new little cow friend lots of love.
Thank you, sweet friend! 😘
So glad that you are able to help that sweet being Cowbert in his grief. This world needs much more compassion.
It is essential. 😘
So sorry for your loss. We humans tend to overlook the feelings animals can express. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you. ❤️
They are such sweet beings.
Thank you! Spring has finally arrived here in full glorious force, but my sciatica is keeping me from the garden. Hang in there, friend, hopefully warmer days are coming soon!
Oh no! I’m so sorry. ❤️