depression in her pen

As soon as the milking was done I was brought back to my pen. I did not know if it should be a relief that I am out of the breeding room or anger that I am brought back to this room. I was pushed into the room and I was so tired from the last few weeks I just collapsed onto the floor.

I managed to get onto my knees and crawled over to my bed of hay. laying down in the hay I curled into the ball and started to cry. All the sadness and frustration she had felt these last few weeks just came out. I was so close to being free but it had to be robbed from me. then i was **** for two weeks straight. all I wanted to do was scream but it didn't help since all that came out were loud moo's.

that just made it worse knowing that my voice was stolen from me by these bastards and can onw only say moo out loud. while I may know I'm saying something else it just wasn't the same. I continued to cry and moo till i eventually passed out. my last thought was, "will my friends ever find me?"