Under the Wire

Well, she’s gone. I don’t know what I ever made me fall for her in the first place. Can’t remember what I saw in her. I must have been crazy. Ten years of battle, disagreements and constant irritation. The noise of tires taking her down the gravel driveway was music to my ears. I never really liked her, anyway.

Yep. Old cow number 68 is gone. What’s that? You thought I was talking about something else? Shame on you.

Number 68 was the most cantankerous, all around mean four-legged creature ever to roam this earth. For a decade every single activity involving our little band of mama cows had to...