The Significant Cow
I don’t write every time we hang something up in our home because…well…snoozefest. But, this little something that I hung has great significance to me. It’s a cowhead given from my ever chic Aunt to my Dad ions ago. They had a game of continuously gifting each other cow items. They’d each try to one up each other. I found this faux taxidermy in my parent’s garage after my dad passed and I took it home to give it pride of place. To me, it reminds me of the fun my dad had, and even if they were ridiculous gifts, he was always incredibly generous.
The cow found a little nook in our first tiny SF apartment…
In our second San Francisco apartment it fit perfectly in our kitchen nook. When we moved to our home, I carefully unwrapped the cowhead from its box and placed it temporarily in the coat closet until I found the right spot for it. A year and a half has passed by and with each rainstorm, I open up the coat closet and see my dad’s cow looking up at me, all Velveteen Rabbity, sad and ignored. This past weekend, I found a spot for the beast. Now, I get to look at the cow and think of my dad, “the cowboy.”
I hung him up above our coat rack as you enter in the back door. It’s the perfect spot! Gracie is thrilled with the new animal in our life. Every time she walks by it she either exclaims “Hi cow” many, many times in a row or she’ll give it a simple, nonchalant, teenage-esque, “hey cow.” But she has yet to walk by the cow without saying hello. To me, it’s Grace and my dad saying hi.
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