Way, way back, seven and a half years ago, when Maybelle, our first cow, came to live with us, we were often alone together, us two. Being the only cow, she came to love me, as much as a cow can love, and to rely on me for companionship. We were pretty tight, Maybelle and I. But times changed, and we wanted more milk, and so our herd grew. The cows had each other and wanted me less, and we had a friendly working relationship, but we weren’t really friends. Now, there is just one again, just Sunshine, and we have that same sort of relationship already that Maybelle and I used to have, and that pleases me in ways I can’t describe. In the evenings, when I walk out to the field to call her in, she perks up at the sound of my voice and comes joyfully to my side. We walk together and talk together and enjoy the quiet of the milking routine together. I can’t really think of anything more contenting than milking my one and only cow.