“Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
|July 1995- Oct.2011.|
I write this with a heavy heart my sweet Bossy has passed. She was born here many, many years ago, this was her home. She had more personality than any cow we have ever owned. There will be no more apples for her in this world.
She had picked out a lovely spot in the bush, and there she spent her final days. I know this sounds strange but our cows love the bush as much as I do. They have always been instinctual enough to know when it is their time. They will usually pick a spot they are comfortable with.
My very good friend NDF reminded me, as she came across me coming out of the bush with tears in my eyes, this is the best place, and that would be a great place to go. She is right.
The leaves of the trees creating a canopy of gold, the rays of the sun shining down on her. It is a peaceful site. Yes this is where I would like to spend my final hours. Animals are very smart like that.
Bossy thank you for all you have given us over the years you will be missed.