I haven’t written a post in all this time because I’ve been stymied, blockaded, unable. I wanted to write posts, lots of different posts, but I couldn’t. Because of Glory Bee. I’m going to try, like really try, but it’s so hard. Because every time I even think about writing it, I burst into tears.
Let’s try all dry and reporter-like.
Dateline: Somewhere in the boonies.
Cow falls down ravine and breaks neck. Farmer could not be reached for comment due to utter despair.
This is freaking ridiculous. A person should not be this distraught over a cow! AND YET.
She was buried at the top of a hay meadow, and thank God I have her last heifer, Belle, who will be bred to the Jersey bull in due time. You know the saying, when you have livestock, you have deadstock. I’ve been through that adage plenty of times over the years, because it’s unfortunately true. And yet Glory Bee’s crazy accident really hit me hard. But maybe now I can at least move on and write other posts. I just couldn’t bring myself to write this one for so long, and couldn’t write anything else until I did. It’s short because– I still can’t write it without bursting into tears. I just needed to get it over with. She deserves a better obituary, but I can’t do it.
Man, I loved that cow.