My mom has been kinda sad, for the last couple of weeks she has worried about one of her favorite cows.  Frosty a Red Angus was born 12 years ago on a winter night and got frost bite on the tips of her ears hence the name Frosty.  Frosty about a month ago injured her leg making it difficult for her to get around and about two weeks ago she wouldn't get up.  Dad would take her food, water and gave her a shot but nothing seemed to help her.  Mom worried about her because she laid out in the rain and not up under the barn.  Mom was afraid she would get struck by lightening.  Anyway last week, she began to breathe heavily and while mom was at work Dad had the Vet to come out and put her down.

Frosty was my sister's first show animal when she was in FFA.  My sister loved her very much and spent a lot of time preparing her for shows.

They traveled to local shows, and to the big shows like Ft. Worth, San Antonio, and Houston always winning in the top 5 and once a Grand Reserve.  Even after my sister got married, she’d go out in the pasture and visit with Frosty.  Sometimes she’d take her a honey and sugar sandwich, Frosty’s favorite.  Frosty was a gentle soul, she would lay her head on mom's shoulder while mom scratched up and down her the sides of her neck.  We had a barn cat that took to Frosty he would follow her around and get up under her legs and Frosty never stepped on him.  He would flop over in front of Frosty and let her lick him.  Mom says it's silly what you can love but Mom, Dad, and my sister did love Frosty and she loved them right back.