Hector.

I knew this day would come. I was trying to prepare myself for it. I thought I had. Until I heard the gunshot, and there I saw lying there dead. Hector, twitching hopelessly. He was such a fighter, he tried to hold on to life. But the shooter had other plans. My family raises a cow every year, for meat, not a pet. I usually hate all the cows we get because they moo, and are annoying. But Hector was different. I loved him. I really did. We had some sort of a bond. And As I saw him, dead, I hurt. I was holding back tears. I don't cry that much so it really hit me hard. I know you think its just a cow. But really i feel like a part of me is missing when I look out to the pasture and see it empty, only filled with the memory's me and Hector shared. I will really will miss him. I know God sent animals here for a reason. And this is what they are meant for. But sometimes I find it inhumane. Till we meet again Hector, I love you.

I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.

Peace and Blessings.