Story had spent her life pregnant, and after loving each baby with her entire heart, she grieved heavily as each one was taken from her after only a few months. When she was older, could no longer get pregnant, and was therefore useless to the farmer, we were asked to take her in. Thank goodness the farmer heard about us before sending her to slaughter. We named her Story, as she has survived things unimaginable to most of us and has lived to talk about them.
A year ago this month, we were asked to take in a cow at our
Missouri location. She had spent her life pregnant, and after loving
each baby with her entire heart, she grieved heavily as each one was
taken from her after only a few months. When she was older, could no
longer get pregnant, and was therefore useless to the farmer, we
were asked to take her in. Thank goodness the farmer heard about us
before sending her to slaughter. We named her Story, as she has
survived things unimaginable to most of us and has lived to talk
about them.
Cows usually live anywhere from 10 to 20 years depending on their
size. The smaller they are, the longer they live. Being on the small
side, Story was 25 years old, which is old for a cow of any size.
Her age, together with a lifetime of incessant breeding, produced a
matriarch with sore hips, tight shoulders, and arthritic joints.
We immediately set to work providing her with not only organic,
nutrient-rich hay and fresh clean water, but also acupuncture,
massage therapy, chiropractic treatment, Sun Chlorella Algae
Superfood to boost her immune system, Jill and Joan CBD to decrease
inflammation, Puremedy salve on any sores, and many other
supplements.
Story had not been used to gentle hands, bedtime cookies, and
constant attention, but she was open, receptive, and literally ate
it up. In turn, Story was gentle to the tiniest of guests and
cooperative with all our staff. She has made friends with our
pot-belly pig. She shares a yard with our goats, chickens, turkeys,
and Guinea fowl. On days where we don’t have tours, Story gets to
explore and graze in the front pasture with our donkeys. She gets
brushed from head to toe each morning and put to bed each evening on
a fresh, clean, soft bed. For the rest of her life, we will tell
Story’s story, remember her many stolen children, and apologize to
her in the name of all humans who have not yet awakened to
gentleness.
Story’s eyes are liquid pools of love. Her energy is one of peace
and grace. She would not fight back against her oppressors, and
could not protect her babies even though she desperately wanted to.
It is not our right to exploit the innocent, but our responsibility
to protect them. Each time I am lucky enough to be in Story’s
presence, I sit next to her, rest my side against her shoulder, wrap
my arms around her neck, and whisper in her teddy bear ear that Jay
and I and our staff and volunteers will keep working to create a
world where the only thing we ever do with cows is love and hug
them! With your help, one day, we will get there!