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Letter from a Milk Cow
What do I suffer for?
Dear human friend,
I am a very young mother cow, and even though, I became inseminated artificially and did not choose the father of my child myself, I have become mother of a beautiful, beautiful calf, not long ago — and I loved it from the first day I could feel it in my womb.
As we mother cows usually do, I was prepared to nurture my child and to let an everlasting friendships evolve between us. We are very emotional beings and we love to play with each other and develop our personalities through this play. Yes, we actually have strong personalities and are great communicators.
Yet, it happened to be as it is. I am not a free cow, I am raised for the dairy industry, which means, I am not allowed to live my basic desires and needs.
In the beginning, when they took my baby away, I screamed, cried, mourned all night. Did so for many nights. Countless nights, I believe.
But you, human friend, have made me shut up.
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The milk, I produce, is for you and not for my own child. My poor child has been taken away from me after only some hours of rest after its birth, I did not even have the chance to give it a name, see if it is a boy or a girl. I assume, it is now being fed with milk replacers…
