Sad Puppy Is Separated from ‘Mother’ Cow Who Raised Him. Their Reunion Is Nothing Short of Beautiful.

‘Rookie’ cried loudly as if to say: “Please don’t separate us…”

Cue the sentimental music and get your tissues ready because this one is a tear-jerker.  It has been proven over and over that animals have personalities, feelings, and emotions, just like humans do.  Quite often, animals have more empathy than humans do.

One family noticed that their energetic little dog Rookie had formed a powerful friendship and bond with one of the cows on their farm.  The cow was like the puppy’s mother – she would nuzzle him and groom him.  He would run around and play with the cow, and he could often be found sitting or sleeping on her back.

The unlikely duo formed a powerful bond.  Despite their size and species difference, they considered each other family.  They did just about everything together, until one day they were separated.  The cow’s owner couldn’t afford to take care of the cow, so he decided to sell her.

Cow and Dog Reunion

Rookie watched as his friend was led out of the barn.  He was visibly distraught, and tears welled up in his eyes. He stood in the empty stall and howled miserably.  Rookie’s cries are heartbreaking.

Rookie was beside himself with grief. He howled and barked, and you could see the despair in his eyes.

As the cow was led away, she heard little Rookie’s howling and began to moo in response.  Rookie listened to the familiar voice and took off running in the direction of the sound.  His paws flew down the town’s street in search of his friend. Despite his owner’s call, the only voice Rookie heard was the cow’s.

To Rookie’s joy, he located the cow in a barn across town.  In relief and pure joy, Rookie jumped all over the cow and licked her.  Unfortunately, Rookie’s owner came and carried him back home.  Rookie desperately whined and howled as he was separated from his friend once again.

Separated from his family, Rookie became very depressed and refused to eat.  The sorrow on the poor pup’s face is heart-wrenching as he stands in the empty stall where he and his friend had spent so much time together.

With his head down and tail between his legs, Rookie sadly started to walk away.  Suddenly, a head appeared in the barn stall’s doorway behind him – it was his cow!  The family decided that they would figure out how to afford the cow since Rookie was so attached to her.

When the cow mooed, Rookie’s head whipped around in shock – there stood his friend!  He couldn’t contain his excitement and joy.  The reunion was so heartwarming. He didn’t want to be separated from the cow that raised him and showed him, love, treated him like her own.

This incredible bond and display of affection between Rookie and his cow are so touching.  You must have a heart of stone if this doesn’t move you.  A family is a family pure and simple, no matter who you are. 

The pet I’ll never forget: Ella the puppy threw up on me, snubbed me and after 10 years decided to love me

Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…

I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.

It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.

To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.

I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.

Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.

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