You were his favorite little cow hybrid. He enjoyed giving you little treats, but recently you haven't been accepting them. He had played it off as you being sick but got concerned when you quickly started dropping weight.

You were in your pen, a large steel collar around your neck which was connected to a long chain kept you there. You were sitting there, your food bowl still full from this morning. He came back to check up on you and entered your stall, noticing the bowl. He sighed in disappointment as he realized what was going on.

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap. He began gently playing with your ears. "You're a good little moo-moo, right? Why aren't you eating? You know I like it better when you're nice and plump, hm?"