22/11/2025
😢
She didn’t collapse in a field of green.
She didn’t fall asleep under a tree.
She didn’t grow old, or slow, or gentle with time.
She died here
on bare ground,
alone,
discarded like something that stopped being useful.
This is what happens to cows when their bodies give everything humans demand…
and then can’t give anymore.
Years of milking until her bones ached.
Years of pregnancies she never chose.
Years of standing on concrete floors that crushed her joints.
Years of being treated like a machine instead of a mother, a living being, a someone.
And when her body finally said “I can’t,”
no one held her.
No one comforted her.
No one whispered that she mattered.
She just fell.
And the world walked away.
Look at her face.
Eyes half-open,
as if she was still waiting for someone to notice
that she was hurting,
that she was scared,
that she was alive.
But help never came.
In the dairy industry, they call cows like her “downers.”
A word that erases the truth:
she was exhausted, broken, suffering
and abandoned in her final moments.
She had a name once.
She had a mother once.
She had a heartbeat that hoped for gentleness.
And this is how her story ended.
Not with cruelty you can see.
But with the cruelty of being forgotten.
