Ahhh, Shelly that is a tough deal. So sorry about it, dang!! Those good old momma cows like that can really pull at your heart.

We had a Guernsey milk cow once that was really a good mother. We always grafted her calf onto a range cow so we could milk the Guernsey. We would summer the range cows about 8 miles from the house, barns, etc. and bring them closer as the year progressed. In the fall we would take them across the road and run in the meadows there. Every fall, the little milk cow would go down the lane, jump the cattleguard, cross the highway, get through the fence and FIND HER CALF. No kidding. She would find that calf and stay right by it. Of course, she didn't mean much to the calf, but the calf sure meant a lot to her.

It got so we couldn't take her calf away from her anymore.