An Open Letter to my First Show Heifer
Thank you. Thank you for being the start to something I'm eternally grateful for. Thank you for being the first. Thank you for always being there as the one I could say, "that's my first show heifer." Thank you for teaching me how to avoid getting kicked or butted, since you were the first to do that too. You were the one that gave me calves to show and keep as replacement heifers. You were the start to my herd.
You were the first beef animal I received a trophy for at the county fair. You were way bigger than me, and that scared me, but you gave me the confidence I needed. You were also the first cow I pregnancy checked (and at nine years old, I didn't know what I was feeling for, but since it was you; it was okay). When you had your first calf, I was so nervous for everything to go right. I was so excited that I could see you calve though. When you finally had a heifer (after two bulls), I was elated that I'd finally be able to keep one of your calves.
It's been 12 years, six of which you were on the show string, and 11 calves. You've given me two feeder steers to show, two show heifers, and four replacement heifers. You're starting to "not be quite the cow" that you have been. Your udder is going downhill, you're teeth aren't that great, and you're not quite as sassy as you were. They tell me it's time for you to "take your last ride on the big truck." Dad told me when you were still a calf that he hoped I'd be in college when you had to be sold. I'm in college, so I guess it must be time. It must be time for me to lead you on the trailer for the last time.
Thank you, Princess, thank you for being the first.