Me: walking out to the garden to pull weeds and cut bolting veggies for Hattie. Looking for her as I walk (she is a speck way in the back pasture), I give a whistle and call "Haaaattttttiiiieeee!"
Hattie: raises her head, gives a moo
Me: whistle again
Hattie: on full alert, begins running
Me: grins
Hattie: running full tilt with occasional bucks thrown in
Me: hot stinging tears run down my cheeks at the sight of her-- pure love and joy barreling down on me. I will miss her and will always cherish the relationship we have had.
Hattie: where's the goods? (see pic)
She's more than a cow! I know you are going to miss her.
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