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  • Quietly we loaded the bull #55 into the trailer...he has an injured stifle from a bull fight earlier this spring. He must be sold. He is so gentle and kind to humans, walking into the trailer that was parked in the corral. As the trailer door closed and he was eating his hay and grain I had put in a tub for him, I gave him a pat on his broad back and silently said a good-bye. On the way up the hill I told myself again "don't get attached to Bulls!"...and I felt small tears roll down my cheeks.
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