The tracks on this funnyfarm are four fewer now. The vet said it was black leg and prescribed a heavy-duty penicillin treatment, as a last-ditch effort to save her life, though he didn’t hold out too much hope. She slipped on to greener pastures this morning…Maggie… Good, ol’ Maggie. It’s questionable what the neighborhood’s going to do without the luminous-eyed jersey. The soft shoulder of 170 won’t be seeing her cloven tracks anymore. Mrs. Hugly won’t have to chase a jersey out of her hostas every couple days. The neighboring church potluck is going to be awful boring without a cow crossing the busy highway just to see what could be of interest to her wet black nose.
There won’t be any knocks on the door early Sunday morning by the good Lutheran neighbor who noticed the cow down by Lotts’. Hannah won’t be getting dragged across the field at the end of a lead rope. Dad won’t be donning his hat to walk for miles, helping Hannah locate the cow that decided to take a vacation for a couple days.
As the dreaded black leg disease took over her body she had become listless, skinny and weak. She lost her zest in conquering the fence, which was the first sign of illness. However, she had a strange burst of energy before the end came. She used it well, and died in a place she must’ve dreamed of breathing her last breath: under the fence.
Not sure what we’ll do with ourselves now that we don’t have a cow to try to keep behind a fence. Maybe get a goat. 
2 comments:
Oh that's to bad. Even though they can be annoying it times losing an animal is kind of sad.
A goat might be harder to keep in a pen but it's not so big and bulky like a cow is. And you won't have to worry about getting trampled or dragged to death.
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