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The Search for Swoosh

March 12, 2018

A short while after we moved to our new neighborhood, Jay and I started taking morning walks together. It was so new and interesting. I had never been around all these animals before, I had never been around farms. The closest I came was the peacocks that roamed our neighborhood and the miniature donkey’s our neighbors had when I was growing up. I named the donkeys Cleo & Anthony (Sadly, their owners never gave them names, they were just there for to eat the grass). They were very sweet, and came when I called them, and loved to hang out.

So, when I got to see cows, horses, pigs, sheep, goats, lamas, alpacas, chickens, turkeys and even peacocks, all within a radius of one mile of our home, it was a real treat!


 We started bringing carrots to feed the friendly horses. We loved it, as did the horses. They all were very friendly and in desperate need of attention.  


One day, when we were feeding the Princess horses (I called them this casue they were all girls and just the prettiest most fancy looking horses I had ever seen). We noticed two neighboring cows watching us.

They were little cows, perhaps very young, and they seemed very interested. Jay went over to them and offered them some carrots. At first, they backed away a little, unsure of Jay’s intentions. But, Jay has always had a way with animals, and soon the cows approached him. One of the cows took a carrot from him. The other cow watched and after a minute also accepted the carrot from Jay. I watched their interactions in amazement.


This was very surprising to me. I thought they would be dumb, and zombie like for some reason. Frankly, I was very misinformed about the animals people use for food. I guess I wanted to think they were zombies so I won’t feel bad having them killed and then eating them and other probably awful stuff I choose not to think about.


At that point in my life I was very unaware of the depths to which theses souls can feel. No different than my cat, no different than my dear departed pup. No different than I.



As you can guess, we started bringing more carrots. We now added these two little cows as a stop on our walks. And you know what? They became my absolute favorite stop! Yes, I named them too, Beauty for the all black one, and Priscilla for the Jersey cow (I thought they were girls casue they were just too cute and pretty, plus I couldn't get close enough to see their gender, so I guessed).


Six months went by and these two little cows became the highlight of our walks. We brought them carrots and apples, bananas and watermelon, they loved it all! Except for Kale, like me they were not a big fan, I thought that was super funny! They would see us on our walks towards them, and they would start their way towards us across their field, just like the horses did.


Then, one day they were missing. Maybe they were in the barn we thought (there actually is no barn for them, but we did not know at the time). Next walk, still missing. I wanted to go down the road and ask the house on the property what had happened, but with all the 'no trespassing' signs, Jay was afraid I might get shot or something and urged me not to go. My worrying ensued. It became super stressful by the third time and they were not there. I cried all the way home.


Finally, about a month after they went missing I saw Priscilla back in the field, but still no Beauty. I ran to her fence, she trotted over to us. I swear to you, her eyes looked like she was crying.


Her eyes were swollen and tears were running down her face. Whaaaaaa? Maybe it was dust, or bugs or something, right?  I was so confused. At that moment, a truck came down the road from the farm house. I stopped it with a friendly wave. The guy came out of his truck and we talked. Turns out, he was the owner of the cows. His landlord was having a land dispute with his neighbor, so his neighbor decided to take it out on these two little cows.  The owner says the bad neighbor put some poisoned food out there for the cows to eat, and they ate it. I could not believe what I was hearing. It was unreal.


Luckily, he had a kind neighbor who tried to save the cows with some antibiotics. Well, the one I called Beauty did not make it. He ate too much poison, and they did not get him medical attention in time, he died. Technically, he was murdered by the bad neighbor. An innocent bystander. What? What else can you call it other than murder? Someone purposely poisons someone else, that’s freakin MURDER! This guy is telling me all this and the tears are just bursting out of my eyes and down my face.


Nevertheless, I’m trying to keep it together to ask this guy some questions. Turns out both these cows were male and the one that was left that I called Priscilla was called Swoosh. The owner dude left and I went back to the Swoosh. At that moment I knew, it wasn’t the bugs or the dust. That little cow was sad for the loss of his friend. He was all alone. Now he was truly all alone. I wanted so much to hug and hold him. But he was still too shy to let us even touch him, much less smoosh him like I wanted. I looked at him and promised him he would never be alone again. That we would visit him and be with him always.


Little did I know that was a promise I could not keep.



Next week, part two in The Search for Swoosh.


Thanks so much for reading and all your support!



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