Way back in 81 we bought our first Charolais cows. There was one in that group, old #159, who produced one top heifer after another, every one of them making a top cow herself. After a few years, a large part of our herd could be traced back to her.
Well, she finally got old, and had what we figured would be her last calf. She was getting a little thin, and not looking like she was going to go into winter in good shape. We really hated the thought of sending her down the road, but we were also young, poor, and deep in debt, and really couldn't afford to keep pet cows. We could see the decision we would have to make in the fall, and were dreading it. We had become very attached to the old girl.
One day we got a call from a neighbour that he could see a dead cow in the pasture. We went out to check, and be darned if it wasn't old 159, and she had been struck by lightning! She was also insured. A double blessing. Sometimes it's funny how things work out. The decision was taken right out of our hands, and that's fine by us.