Back in 2010, I lost my precious Daisy to old age at nearly
22 years old. That’s pretty old for a cow, of course. Sadly a few short years
later, her first daughter, Duchess, fell and couldn’t get up. She was rivaling
her mama in age. Then there was one. Bridgette. She was Daisy’s other daughter.
With Daisy, she became so thin and fragile that the winter sucked the very life
from her. I had promised her one more warm, spring day. She didn’t make it.
Duchess slipped and fell during a very cold day and it was her undoing. Mom and
I both promised that we wouldn’t let Bridgette die in misery. This past year
has been hard on her. She started to lose weight and we couldn’t get it back
on. Her teeth were all but gone and cows need teeth for roughage. Even though
there was light in her beautiful eyes, the light was cloudy and she was tired.
She creaked when she walked and her body wasn’t digesting food anymore. We gave
her one more summer but knew that she would join her mama and sister in the
green pastures of Heaven by summer’s end. I went over the night before and said
goodbye. My last beautiful Jersey girl. I cried so hard. I stopped by my Dad’s
grave on the way over to talk to him about it. It was a rough night for me. But
I knew it was right. She wouldn’t have survived the winter. The vet agreed. I
will miss the sandpaper licks on my legs, the head butts, the warmth of their
caramel fur on a spring day. I will miss it all. I dream of the day when I can
start anew with a new herd of beauties. Until then, I can only say to rest in
piece my sweet girls. The last of the legacy is no more.
2 comments:
I'm glad you are blogging, even if it is sad stuff. :)
It's not all sad stuff. Just this post. My last few years have had an overabundance of sad things happen. It's hard to skip over it on here.
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