Thanks Angel. We both, of course, fully realize that these kinds of things do happen on any farm. One of the things that blew me away today, however, was when one of our neighboring ranchers stopped by to see how it was going, we talked about the things we had done for/to Bandit and this man, a dear friend who makes his living raising and selling cattle, didn't even know where a cow's rumen was located. When I chided him, he said, "I don't fix cows. I get them bred, raise them, and sell them. If they die, they die. Otherwise, they grow up to become hamburgers." I couldn't live like that. I cannot consider any living thing to be nothing more than merchandise. But, I understand, and if it were not for people like him, the rest of you would never know roast beef or sirloin steak or filet mignon...having grown up on a cattle farm myself, I know all too well the things that can happen and that sometimes that is the most humane thing that can be done...at least Bandit is no longer suffering...sending (((HUGS))) for you and Lannie.
You have my sympathies. We've lost a horse, a dear old cat, a very special Angora goat kid, one of our ancient founding mother ewes, and 2 lambs this year. It's never easy...9/23 #2
BANDIT UPDATE: Well, we worked and we worked and nothing was getting better. Then we noticed that Bandit was getting a layer of fluid between her skin and muscles and realized she had some sort of internal injury (obtained by what, we will never know). She was clearly in great pain and the meds we gave her were not helping. This was Lannie's first cow and the love of her [farm] life, so I was not willing to give up, but the only fix now would entail major surgery, which not only can we not afford, but I would also have to cut down many trees in order to get a trailer and winch back there to get her to a vet. Speaking of vets, we called the four nearest vets (27.5 miles, 48 miles, 75 miles and 90 miles from here) and not only would none of them make a house call, most of them refused to even try to make a diagnosis, one insisting that because she just calved, she clearly had milk fever and wouldn't even listen to our list of symptoms. Both Lannie and I know what milk fever is and this clearly was not it. Remind me to never even talk to that vet again. We made Bandit as comfortable as possible, then went to take care of the rest of the livestock and sit and have a vape while discussing our options in depth. Lannie decided Bandit was not going to be able to recover (which I had already decided, but kept my mouth shut) and asked me to put an end to her life. I didn't really want to do this, but I knew Lannie never would be able to do so. Many times I have heard that a man's job on the farm is to lift heavy things, fix broken things, and kill critters. Well......... Bandit is no longer in pain.
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@Fuzzy Thunderbear I am so sorry to hear this!! please give Lannie our love and condolences.9/23 #2
BANDIT UPDATE: Well, we worked and we worked and nothing was getting better. Then we noticed that Bandit was getting a layer of fluid between her skin and muscles and realized she had some sort of internal injury (obtained by what, we will never know). She was clearly in great pain and the meds we gave her were not helping. This was Lannie's first cow and the love of her [farm] life, so I was not willing to give up, but the only fix now would entail major surgery, which not only can we not afford, but I would also have to cut down many trees in order to get a trailer and winch back there to get her to a vet. Speaking of vets, we called the four nearest vets (27.5 miles, 48 miles, 75 miles and 90 miles from here) and not only would none of them make a house call, most of them refused to even try to make a diagnosis, one insisting that because she just calved, she clearly had milk fever and wouldn't even listen to our list of symptoms. Both Lannie and I know what milk fever is and this clearly was not it. Remind me to never even talk to that vet again. We made Bandit as comfortable as possible, then went to take care of the rest of the livestock and sit and have a vape while discussing our options in depth. Lannie decided Bandit was not going to be able to recover (which I had already decided, but kept my mouth shut) and asked me to put an end to her life. I didn't really want to do this, but I knew Lannie never would be able to do so. Many times I have heard that a man's job on the farm is to lift heavy things, fix broken things, and kill critters. Well......... Bandit is no longer in pain.
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