If you've done your stint as a dairy cow – and in dairies today it is, ironically, a bone-destroying occupation, with most of your calcium shunted into milk cartons, not bones (at least not yours) – you don't get put out to pasture. You get trucked to slaughter. You become hamburger.
Not these cows.
Thanks to compassionate animal advocates – and with the approval of the dairy farmer's tenderhearted young son – these spent cows will be getting the retirement they've more than earned. It's a joy just to see them taste freedom. And a revelation of how much like us they are.