WEE GAELIC MS FERMOY
Oct 1991 - - Nov 2011
Many wonderful and unique Dexters have joined my journey but none quite like Ms. Fermoy. The moment Ms. Fermoy came into my life I recognized her as special. She had a quiet and soothing countenance and when you looked into the dark pools of her eyes the depth went on forever. There was never a doubt she was an older and wiser soul. I never heard Ms. Fermoy make a sound. Not a single moo. She moved quietly and slowly through the days of our joint time together. I wish she had come into my life earlier and stayed longer. Her presence has always been missed. Here on my farm, her little daughter, Bryo Kismet will always keep alive my memories of Ms. Fermoy for she is very much like her mother when she moves with silent hooves, slowly.gracefully, never uttering a sound. Bless you Ms. Fermoy. It was an honor to have shared your journey.
Judy Sponaugle
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Wee Gaelic Ms. Fermoy was a lady. She had a kind and gentle manner about her that made you feel good when you were around her. She was pretty, too. Her coat fairly gleamed in the sunshine. Once a friend told me he'd stopped by when I wasn't home and complimented me on the beautiful red heifer I had in my pasture. That was when she was nearly 19 years old.
While other cows simply had to eat, sleep and make calves, Ms. Fermoy had many demands on her. She traveled far and often and underwent many tests as we worked to save her valuable genetics. She never complained and was always up for a scratch and a rub under the chin.
I'll miss her. A lot. She came here and made herself at home in my pastures and in my heart.
Godspeed, Ms. Fermoy.
Gene Bowen
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| Brenn & Ms Fermoy in Virginia |
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| Ms Fermoy at her last stop in Georgia |
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