She's Gone!

July 12, 2020

It’s better to have loved and lost, than never too have loved at all.

 

It seems it has been all too often that I have written about the loss of a family friend.  I am here again.

 

Tuesday morning, I needed to be at work early.  Driving down our ¼ mile long driveway, I noticed something was strange.  I couldn’t really determine what exactly was strange, it was more of a feeling than anything else.  At the end of the driveway, pulling my truck onto the county road, the feeling change to reality.  I knew what was strange.  Otis was gone.

 

In the short time we have had Otis, I have not had sufficient time to develop a bond.  Elaine loved Otis, same for the twins.  My relationship with Otis started with a negative, and went down from there.  Girl Twin paid $176 for Otis. Definitely a negative.  The $176 was mine (and Elaine’s, but I’m writing this story).  Another negative.  We could talk about the money spent on a halter, the waterer, feed corn, new fencing.  Good Lord, a blonde almost was bit by a rattlesnake for that (construction language) cow.

 

I wondered if Otis had been killed and drug off by a mountain lion.  Well, actually I didn’t think that at all.  I think it was more hope.  Don’t judge me until you have an Otis.  Hope turned to sadness.  Great, great sadness.  I could see Otis in the neighbor’s pasture a ½ mile down the road.  Healthy and happy, grazing with the neighbor’s cows.

 

Otis had not only crawled between the barbwire of our recently fixed fence, she (Yes, it is a she with a he name.  Its 2020) had crawled through the barbwire fence of the neighbors pasture. 

 

In my despair, and maybe anger; I realized it would do no good to continue my mountain lion fantasy.  I might be able to get Elaine and the kids to believe the mountain lion story, but no way my neighbor was  not going for it.  I needed to get Otis back home.

 

I couldn’t be late for work.  I had scheduled a meeting with my work project’s management team.  I needed to be there.  By now, I had driven out of cell phone range (that happens in the mountains) with no way to postpone the meeting or get help with Otis.

Farther down the road, I was able to get cell service.  I called home.

 

Elaine:  Good morning.
Me:  That’s what you think, Otis is in B#$&n’s pasture.
Elaine:  What?
Me:  Otis is in B#$&n’s pasture!  Get Girl Twin up and get Otis out of B#$&n’s pasture.
Elaine:  Okay
Me:  Have Girl Twin call me when Otis is home.

 

(Later) 

 

Girl Twin:  Monner?  You wanted to talk to me.
Me:  Is Otis home?
Girl Twin:  Yes, it was no big deal.  I filled a bucket with corn and she followed me home.
Me:  Get rid of Otis, today!  Get your friends that helped you bring Otis home, and get her out of here.
Girl Twin: P#%$r’s family said they would take her.
Me:  I don’t care, get her out of here.  And, you owe me $200!
Girl Twin:  $176
Me:  $176 for the cow, the rest is for the halter, feed and stuff.
Girl Twin:  OMG, you’re so dramatic!  (I guess dramatic is a kid term.)
Me:  You’re lucky I’m not charging for mental anguish!

 

Otis is gone!  Time will heal all wounds.  Elaine will get over losing her friend.  Girl Twin and I know I will never get the money.  However, I get to tell the story.  Plus, there is still hope for a mountain lion.

 

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Our crazy lives!

 

Monner

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