I never bargained this deal but I was the one that
This was Oreo. He was the tiniest little one and we became quite attached to him. He as well as the others used to run along the fence as soon as he heard our car coming up the driveway. If he spied the farmer walking through the family room which has large windows, he would stand there and just moo until he walked away or came out to feed him grain. He was so completely a spoiled baby.
This is Buster, Brutus and Oreo. Brutus was a pig. He would eat his food and then begin to head butt the others away from theirs and then eat it as well. We had to put him down eventually because he foundered on alfalfa and grain. He did not have an internal mechanism that told him when he needed to quit eating.
They eventually grew up and we called a slaughterer. Out they came and of course you just can never be prepared to hear that shot. Especially the farmer, who had to come in the house while it was being done. I grew up eating home grown beef but we didn't exactly coddle the cows dad had. So we had Oreo in the freezer and it took me months to be able to eat beef without thinking of cannibalism.
These two steers that were used in my header were much older when they came to us and we didn't name them. We also did not have them as long or bottle feed them.
Never name your cows.