I always loathe time of year when the farm next door 
akes the calves from their mothers to be sent to new
homes on other farms. The bawling heifers break my
heart into a million pieces, they cry day and night for
their missing babies. Even our dogs can’t stand it, they
bay along with the cries, as though it breaks their little
hearts too. A mother’s love is not defined by species, no,
it is merely defined by caring and understanding. There
are no boundaries to it, it is not merely a human trait.
I feel for them so much, even though I know it must be
done. That is life on a farm, after all, but for those few
days I feel my heart break anyway. For those poor girls,
those mama’s, screaming their loss into the abyss.