But for those who read my post from earlier today and felt for the cow - she died. I could see her from my lounge and kitchen windows. Just her rear end. Shortly before dark I felt something had changed and went for a cl0ser inspection. She was gone.
I'm glad in a way. She had suffered enough and the road to recovery would have been long and, I suspect, very painful. She was 12 years old and that is a long life for a dairy cow. I hope it was a good one!