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When Cissie was first brought in, Mr Gavin warned me to be careful, since she was wild, but I didn't pay her much mind, since I was there to see my two favorite girls, Lady and her calf... but when Lady died, and her calf was given away to Mr. Jamison, I don't think I ever cried so hard. Cissie seemed to notice and approached me. I was worried at first, since you never want to mess with untamed wild animals- but I noticed the poor thing was suffering from engorgement, and looked uncomfortable. Then I remembered Mr. Jamison mentioning a grey wolf killing her calf, and that was why it wasn't here with her. She let me touch her a little, so I tried milking her a little, just to relieve the pressure. At first she seemed agitated, but then she seemed to calm down. she seemed to appreciate the help- and later... I don't know how or why...but... I started to understand her... She now only seems to let me and Mr. Gavin touch her... that makes vet visits interesting...
My first impression of Kristie laid the foundation of our relationship. When I first saw her, she came into Lady's stall, next to mine. She was kind, and sweet, and even treated Lady's calf with love and respect. When Lady died, and her calf was given away, Kristie cried. She was grieving. this went against everything I was taught about humans, she was actually feeling sorrow. When I approached her, she seemed mildly fearful, but she seemed sympathetic when she noticed I was still lactating from having Ramby, and she realized I was here without my calf. when she tried to milk me, my first instinct was to kick her, but... I felt relief... and that seemed to be all she was trying to do. From then on, she had my trust. she seemed to understand me, though I didn't understand her at all. only she and Mr Gavin are allowed to touch me.
Lady was my favorite cow and the crown jewel of Gavin Ranch. I was honored that Mr. Gavin trusted me to take care of her. She was his absolute pride and joy. She was the sweetest girl in the whole barn, very affectionate and docile. She had this calming effect on anyone near her- her mate, Rone, and Ciscelia are prime examples. I was distraught when she passed away... Her calf was still so young... I wish there was something I could have done.
I have this brief, fuzzy memory of Kristie. I remember she was nice to me... very gentle... My mother loved her, and would tell me she was safe to be around. Unfortunately, when my mother died, I was re-homed to the Jamison Farm, and I never saw her again. but a pleasant memory remains.