The Cow is retiring.
We've had seven excellent years together, The Cow and I. He has been to France, Canada, Mexico, Tybee Island, Niagara Falls, Disney World, and the Senior Ball. He has traveled by bus, plane, cruise ship, and Maid of the Mist. He has attended at least eight weddings, two graduations, four Broadway shows, an NFL game, several hockey games, and a number of concerts. He has been known to dress up for formal occasions such as Senior Ball, weddings, and Easter Vigil. He has been photographed drinking champagne, gambling at slot machines, and eating Caesar salad, escargots, and filet mignon. He's been through high school, two graduations, two universities, four apartments, three job interviews, and two careers. He's ridden all the roller coasters at Darien Lake, as well as Space Mountain and the Tower of Terror.
He has also endured several trips through the washing machine (and dryer), as well as having his neck stitched back together countless times, and nearly lost his tail on one occasion due to coming apart at the seams. His voice has been gone for six years, one nostril is missing, there's a hole in his foot, the stuffing in his arms and neck is mostly gone, and his zipper no longer closes. Not to mention there is a gaping wound in his neck (again) in desperate need of stitching. It is the sum of these physical ailments, which have been in noticeable decline over the past six months, that has brought about this painful decision to step down.
The Cow been a favorite of young and old for as long as I've known him. Children are fascinated by him. Adults think he's either adorable or cool (or both). He's spread joy and laughter to countless people just by hanging around. Not to mention he's done a darn good job of keeping track of my wallet and keys.
So it is with a heavy heart that I bring the news of his retirement today. No girl could have asked for a better purse, and no purse could have been as much fun to have around during these amazing formative years of my life. Dear Cow, you have been a constant companion, a faithful friend, and a part of my identity for as long as we've known each other. Fare well dear purse. You will be sorely missed.
