I prayed all night. Brenna prayed all night. Our vet prayed all night. I got up early and pulled on jeans in the dark. Nurse the baby, pray the morning prayers. “I will not forsake you,” God said. “Does that mean you’ll carry me through this loss or that you have a miracle on hand?” I asked. As soon as it was light enough to see, I started walking to her favorite tree in the farthest pasture. Hail Mary’s fell from my lips like rain. I noticed the grass was dry. “At least I won’t have wet feet today,” I thought, and thanked God for that small mercy. I passed the other cows, who thought it must be milking time and were heading for the barn. And then I saw Daisy, still resting in the grass, but watching me. Thank you, Lord! She’s still alive! She rose as I approached, without coaxing, and her breathing seemed the tiniest bit easier. I patted her down and she felt just a little less gassy. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, we’re going to make it.
We are really asking for a miracle here. She is diagnosed with probable Black Leg Disease, which is almost always fatal in under 24 hours. Usually a calf disease, our vets have been seeing it lately in older cows. They have never been able to save a Black Leg case. We’re aiming to make Daisy their first, so keep praying with us, please!