I’ve seen a lot of cows in my lifetime, but none affected me as much as Esmeralda. I was taken a road trip down in France when I first saw Esmeralda. I walked into a bar called the Stables and there she was, sittin’ at a table.

It was love at first sight.

We got married the day after by a rooster, with half his feathers off, and we spent many long and happy years together before she got Mad Cow Disease and died.