Yes, I did shed a tear this time

It's a fact of life that steers are destined for the table - might be ours - might be someone else's.  I know this.  Really.

Unfortunately, I fell in love and that changed everything.  Raisin is a steer.  Raisin became my pet after he was born last year.  He grew and grew, but his sweet nature just got bigger too.  He literally followed me like a large overgrown dog.  How in the heck could I eat my pet? 

Well, I couldn't.  So we sold him to someone who will enjoy his sweetness as he teaches a lot of little steers how to behave.  Then he'll "do his job" as Chris calls it and grace someone else's table.

Bye, little Buddy.  I loved you best.