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Is an Ox, born on 2004-03-13, who joined us on 2004-09-05.

It was one of those days where nothing goes right. I got whacked on the nose with a stick by the vegetable vendor and when I turned to flee from his angry attack, I ran into a speeding car and was knocked against a bill board post and injured my leg. As I laid there the angry vendor shook his stick at me shouting that the injury was the karmic reaction for stealing vegetables from his cart. Of course I didn't believe him but I was shaken from the unexpected impact and injury. It took me an hour of so before I could get up and stand. My leg was stained with blood down to my hoof. I limped over to the feeder to see if there was any grass in it and one of the larger meandering bulls shoved me into the feeder and I could not get out. I remained there helpless until a nice lady saw me and took the time to arrange for some men to pull me out and dress my wound. She then had me taken to Care for Cows where I have been treated with great respect. It is such a contrast to life in the street. They even put my photo in the gallery.







Would you kill your pet dog or cat to eat it? How about an animal you're not emotionally attached to? Is the thought of slaughtering a cow or chicken or pig with your own hands too much to handle? Instead, would hiring a hit-man to do the job give you enough distance from the emotional discomfort? What animal did you put a contract out on for your supper last night? Did you at least make sure that none went to waste and to take a moment to be grateful for its sacrifice?

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