She was our very favourite cow and we loved her dearly. She was 11, which is getting on a bit for a cow. I have sometimes felt a little jealous of people’s stories of moving to France and having amazing neighbours who welcome them with open arms and help them with all sorts. I have also sometimes felt relief that ours mainly ignore us, when I hear about horrible feuds with neighbours. This story has a nice ray of sunshine for the ending as our neighbours really stepped up when we needed help. 400kg of dead cow would be quite tricky to get out of a steep field without a tractor! Another happy bit of the story is that we didn’t in the end have to pay 400€ to have the body recovered, because one of the many ‘social charges’ I pay each year for the animals (and don’t fully understand) covered us for this! That 6€ a year is a bargain! We still have Buttercups daughter and grand daughter, but they aren’t newly as sweet (and funny and bolshy) as she was.
RIP Buttercup.
With her family
So pretty and sweet natured
With Dorne and Nathalie earlier this year
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