I remember all the steers I had and that was 20+ years ago that I showed . I remember the good ones and the bad ones, Hy first steer tried to kill me every time I got in the pen, he turned into a red Angus cow and calf (trade). My last steer is the one I was probably most attached to, broke 3 halters before we got him tamed down, by the fair he would hide his head in my back if he got spooked. He would even eat snowcones out of your hand. I had to haul him to the killers for my buyer, still remember that empty feeling when I left the yard. It must not have been to bad, we had both the boys do steers. I got attached to a few, but once they were gone, they were gone.
As Jenny pointed out he had a god life, he could have been in a feed lot where he would have not received special attention. It is like your first break up, it hurts and you feel like you will never get over the feeling, you will.
I always wondered how the families that do the guide dogs (wait that's service dogs now) could manage what they do, a dog becomes part of the family and then you have to let it go. I think that would be the hardest myself.
The last steer:
As Jenny pointed out he had a god life, he could have been in a feed lot where he would have not received special attention. It is like your first break up, it hurts and you feel like you will never get over the feeling, you will.
I always wondered how the families that do the guide dogs (wait that's service dogs now) could manage what they do, a dog becomes part of the family and then you have to let it go. I think that would be the hardest myself.
The last steer: