Mama Moo-a

Monday, December 14, 2009

Once upon a time you get a baby..


..who's so little & cute...

...he absolutely steals your heart.

He thinks you're his mother & follows you around...



...looking for any attention you are willing to give him.




You feed & watch him grow.

Sometimes he's a little too attached...

You make sure he is well cared for...


...you make sure he is never lonely...

...sometimes with silly friends...

..... he thinks he's one of the family... and you put off the inevitable...


...sometimes he pushes you towards what must be decided...




...and then it's time to push him from the nest....
...sometimes it's a 6 km drove....

... when he looses direction you must redirect...

...until finally he's as far as you can take him...


Goodbye Whitey, Robert, Blackie & Strawberry.
I'll miss you Whitey (sob, sob).
Love your Mama Moo-a

18 comments:

Renata said...

Can you believe I can't read through this post without crying...guess I really am not that tough country girl just yet!

Ana said...

Awww Renata - please receive my virtual hugs!!!

I am so sorry that you had to let them go :( I cannot have pets specially not with this missionary life of ours because I get really attached, I can only imagine the way you feel, I am with you.

Hope God meets you in the middle of this sad moment and spoils you rotten.

Kisses and Hugs♥

Mummy McTavish said...

I've never even met Whitey and I'm crying for you! Oh Renata, your a kind hearted country girl, and that's just right for you.

Sande said...

Gut wrenching isnt it. Especially when they are been loaded in the back of the truck headed for the butcher. {choke, sob}

Renata said...

Sande, they went to market - most probably to the butcher.

Grannysaurus said...

Yep! If I had to produce my own food I'd be a vegetarian. I used to pass the meatworks on my way to work and sometimes I'd see one of the animals make a break and run for it. I wanted to yell out my window,
"Run Daisy/Strawberry/whoever! Run!"

aunty sel said...

Oh Narn,
I feel so sad for you!!! Although, if anything got into my garden they probably would have been long gone... Last night Rachy was so scared from fireworks, he made us all want to cry, and Nita had to give dog therapy to him..
Well, only 13 days til Nita and I visit, we are all booked!!
luv
sel

Grandma said...

Oooohhhhhh, poor Narn....what can we say???
Lots of love to you all xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Haf Dozen Reasons....... said...

So hard not to get attached. Harder still to detach!!

Looks like some healthy well fed cows!

Hugs! :)

Saminda said...

Oh so sad! :( I feel all teary for you my friend. ALl part of this farm life I guess, but still so hard! :( xoxoxo

Sandra said...

It's good to remember the special times. Hugs.

the happy sparrow said...

I loved your post about marraige Renata! Just awesome :) Your cows are so cute - wow they have grown!!
:) love Martine

NITA said...

AHhhhhhhh whitey.... ="( i love u
i still have scars on my fingers where he bit me when he was sucking on my fingers...... im crying....
but YAY!!!! cause i get to visit soooooooon =D
luv u all xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Grandma said...

ps I'm very impressed with your Christmassy theme!!!! Granny said to say she posted a parcel yesterday! Lots of love to you all, and hope your heart is feeling a little less sad over whitey and family moving in.
Love you all
Mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Catherine said...

Hi Renata,

I am really enjoying your blog. This is great! Kinda like a pen-friend in the old days of primary school, but much more entertaining. I really love your honesty and sense of humour!

Cassandra-ann said...

Aaww so sad, they are (were?) such nice looking cows too, ours are ugly :-)
Such is life though on a farm hey?

Cassandra xx

Kimmie said...

Oh I love your cow loving heart. How can you not just love them, those eyes, those eyes.

God bless you ...sending a hug.

And btw, your blog looks beautiful.

Kimmie
mama to 7
one homemade and 6 adopted

Jo said...

Hi (I'm new to your blog) - I grew up on a farm and not only did our cattle go to market (or to the local butcher) to be turned into meat - a few months later a lovely cow hide would appear on the floor!! We could tell from the markings on the mat which cow we were sitting on!!!!

Jo

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