Life on the farm is pretty straightforward. Get up early, check cows, feed dogs, shower, go to work, come home, feed dogs, check cows, supper & bed. Repeat.
Sometimes that routine is interrupted & the farm isn't the ideallic place most people think of.
This weekend was one of those times. It's never a happy time when you lose a cow. They are like family. The herd grieves. It's made easier simply because you know that she didn't suffer. She wasn't in pain. And we did everything we could to help her.
Unfortunately, all of the experience & medical or veterinary knowledge in the world can't help her when she can't tell you what is wrong.
No words can express the sorrow.
I'm thankful for the support of the family as we all worked together to save her.
The life of a farmer.
