i remember that when i was a young boy, my mother would drive our station wagon out to the country on our way back from church on sundays, and pull over on the backroads beside cow pastures. she’d get out of the car and start calling out, “come, boss, come boss.”
i still don’t know if was those special words, or the sound of my mom’s voice, or if she had some kind of affinity with cows, having been raised on a farm, but they always came to the fence, all of them, every time.
we would feed them handfuls of grass from the ditch.
i just hope there’s cows in heaven so my mom can still call them.
michaeljordahl 
Sometimes the relationship between people and animals is a wonderful mystery!
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So true, Susan, glad you see it too; people are animals, too
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!!
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Such a magical time you were in together! 🙂
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It really was, Tom, “Come, boss!”
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What a beautiful memory. Sending hugs and best wishes.
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Moms’ had and have their own ways and things. They actually are the beings of heaven on this earth.
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I believe you🤗
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👍🌺😻
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