Annie
A sad good-by, to you Annie,
You were “mama’s” girl, for so long,
All tho, I never bore you,
I helped you, grow up to be strong,
Twenty-one years, I’ve tended you,
Since your real mom, passed away,
After twenty-one years,I must say good-by,
and bury you, today,
If there is a”cow heaven”,
I know that’s where you’ll be,
Running in knee-high pasture,
and keeping an eye out for me.
Miss you girl…
c.d.m. 1-29-11
My cow died yesterday,we have to bury her today. Real farmers thought love was wasted on a cow and we should have sold her, instead of retiring her at 17. My husband said, she was born here, raised here, gave us 14 healthy calf’s, and no problems. I raised her on a bottle after her mother died having her. [thus the name "Orphan Annie"] She deserves to die here, in peace and love and not be shipped off for hamburger. So she has and she is, at peace and loved. Let those “real farmers” laugh, we’ve done what was in our hearts…
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