Is a Cow, born on 2002-02-22, who joined us on 2005-01-10.

I had been thrown out in the street by my former owner and was not happy about it. It was a big injustice to do that and I took offense. I decided not to have any more to do with human beings but soon found that since there are no pasturing grounds left around Vrindavana, I did not have much choice but to stay in town and compete with the other animals for handouts from pilgrims and vegetable vendors. I found it humiliating and was determined to do something about it. One day I decided to get out of town and look for alternatives. I came to the gate of Care for Cows and saw that there were many cows in there feasting. I tried to push the gate open but it was locked. A cowherd man saw me and brought me a basket of fresh grass but did not let me in. I ate the whole thing and sat across the street ruminating and watching what was going on in there. The next morning I tried to get in the gate again but could not. Still they brought me some hay mixed with wheat porridge which was the best thing I had ever eaten. I became determined to get in there and eat like this everyday so I just stayed at the gate with great determination and when a visitor came and opened the gate, I barged in and demanded to stay. They said they had no room but offered to feed me outside the gate everyday. I became so irritated by that suggestion that I attacked all the cowherd men at once. They were amazed by my determination to stay and made special arrangements for me. In their attempt to calm me down they have named me, given me a bell and made arrangements so I can eat by myself and gradually slowly I am losing my aggressiveness and anger and am starting to respect the human race again.

Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived. How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb? How could his nose endure the stench? How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds?