A window where a white face used to peer from, belonging to Duchess. Sweet natured and intensely loved, none could love her more than her best friend, Princess. Many of you will remember that iconic photo, it is printed in my mind like a watercolour, changing with time, but remaining beautiful in its journey.
Princess is a magical character, shy yet gregarious, loving but mischievous, calm yet stubborn. She wears her heart on her shoulder, in plain sight for anyone that wishes to see. Her hair as soft as a babes head, her whiskers as sharp as any grandads moustache. She is watchful, seeing any visitor, any passers-by assessing them in her inky stare.
To think she was once left in a barn to starve, after years of having her children taken, brings a lump so sharp to my throat that it takes me on a memory journey of her suffering. Her "downed cow" status, that dairy cows earn the title of. If I could implore any of my followers to stop anything, it would be dairy, it is a despicable, tyrannical industry. Profitable only through intense misery and suffering. There is no such thing as a happy cow, only in the carefully crafted adverts. These ladies pine and grieve for months, with hideous mastitis, and a lifestyle that renders them too weak to stand. Please think about whether it is necessary to partake in this trade, I implore you.
Princess will rest with us for as many years as she has left. We helped her to learn how to walk again, to trust again, to eat again. Our dream was that one day she could raise an orphan calf, but we wait for the opportunity to present another unwanted holstein. Our last calves, Duchess took command of being mummy, now Duchess is gone, we only have one mum left. Maybe fate will shine kindly on Princess, and give her this chance, either way we will love her unequivocally, as you all will, that meet her. Maybe she will shine for you, in the way she touches our hearts❤
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