I’m not one for a lot of words; but man, am I going to miss this cow.
I’m going to miss calling her name and seeing her turn her head and look for me.
I’m going to miss seeing her play “boss cow” at the feed bunk.
I’m going to miss when she just sits there and waits for me to come over and give her a good scratch.
I’m going to miss always seeing her laying in the same stall, her favorite one on the northeast corner of the barn.
I’m going miss the sassy way she chews her cud and throws her head.
I’m going to miss the way she willingly “accepts” my hugs.
I’m going to miss having her as my ever-willing bovine photography model.
Farewell, my old friend, I’m going to miss you!