*And for the first 45 years of my life, I had no idea that dairy cows form just as intense an emotional bond with their babies as human mothers do with theirs …

*And for the first 45 years of my life, I had no idea that dairy cows have their children stolen from them just a few days after birth …

*And for the first 45 years of my life, I had no idea that their male calves — who could not be enslaved for milk like their mothers — would be fattened up and slaughtered soon thereafter to make “veal” …

*And for the the first 45 years of my life, I had no idea that their female babies are fed hormone-laden formula and made “mature” as quickly as possible, that they might take their mother’s place by the tender age of 2 …

*And for the first 45 years of my life, I had no idea that every single dairy cow in the meat&milk industry today — even those labelled “cruelty free” or “organic” or “grass fed” or “humanely handled” — has her udders dry up from over use by the young age of 4-6 …

*And for the first 45 years of my life, I has no idea that after she has been used & abused — repeatedly raped and thoroughly traumatized in ways that only other mothers can even begin to comprehend — every single dairy cow will be sent off to a violent & brutal & bloody end; murdered to make your cheap hamburger meat.

Cows are kind, caring, intelligent, sentient animals. if treated with respect & dignity, they could easily live happy lives of up to 25 years … As it stands, dairy cows know nothing but misery until murdered in their early adolescence.

This is a TRAVESTY of the gravest proportions, my Friends. Please help stop this madness … Please go vegan … Thank you.

“There are cows down the road who have been bellowing all morning for their babies. They haven’t stopped for a breath. Their calves, in another field, are so small and so lost and so helpless … It’s heartbreaking. This is the animal exploitation industry … This is the “idyllic”, “free-range”, “grass-fed” lie that’s being sold to us by dairy farmers & supermarkets & meat packers … This grief I hear is a slice of dairy cheese. This grief I hear is a glass of milk, or splash of cream in a cup of coffee; things that are surely not worth the torment of these mothers who are crying their hearts out for their babies; babies who are taken away so that we can drain the milk from their exhausted, overworked bodies as they endure forced insemination and brutal separation again and again and again and again — only to be murdered when they are labeled to be of no more use.” ~ inspired by Frances McCormack