Mattie died this morning.
She looked okay when I went out to milk her... She was back to breathing heavily, and through her mouth, but I hoped that with another dose of garlic and some time, she would perk back up just like she did yesterday.
An hour after I milked her, I found her dead.
Few things make me cry; but while cradling the head of my beloved cow, I bawled. Heart wrenching, painful sobs wracked my whole body, and I could do absolutely nothing to stop myself.
I loved you so much, Mattie dear... We both fought this battle with all we had. :(