I don't know why but for some reason I'm thinking of a cow, but not just any ordinary cow. A cow that was magical and that lived in my back yard. He would be black and white, but not like any other cow, It was black with white spots. He was special and I would treat him great.
Everyday after school when I was done playing with him I'd be rewarded. He would then calm down and give me the signal that it was alright to grab hold of one of her utters and Coffee would come out.
She had four utters each adifferent flavor. There was vanilla, mocha, and frappechino. The last one was my most favorite of all. It had whatever I was thinking of and I could even think of new flavors and they'd taste just as I imagined.
Three years went by and I realized I wasn't looking older or taller , but my cow was looking older and weaker. It brought tears to my eyes. Why is she like this she's only 4. And then I realized. My special cow loved me so much she used her life to make mine longer. Tears rolled down my eyes. I prayed for her help and felt terrible for letting her destroy herself.
I prayed for her and got an answer. A voice said, "Everyday she gave you a cup of coffee it was 1week of her life. I woke up from my dream and thought: If she gave me 3weeks for four years then i will be living about 36years more then i should be. She gave me the closest thing to immortality I know of.
I walked outside and saw her frail body crying on the floor and a cup of my favorite cup of coffee next to her. I knew what was happening: her last drop was milked. I cried and swarn I heard her cry,"Drink up." I granted her dying wish and cried. "Good-bye my little cow," I say as she closed her eyes.
