Honoring an Icon - Howie2/1/1996-2/12/2013
Howie is buried in this pasture with his friend, Sadie (back)
What was supposed to be a celebration of Howie's arrival to Animal Place 17 years ago has turned into honoring Howie's life, legacy, and passing. The iconic Howie, beloved by thousands, has passed away at the noble age of seventeen.
How it all began....
Kim Sturla, Executive Director
Seventeen years ago, a cow died giving birth to a cream-colored calf. Unwilling to care for the calf, the farmer abandoned him outside of a Sacramento animal shelter.
After spending the night in a metal box, a shelter employee opened the cage and saw the little calf. He exclaimed, “How did he get there?” From then on, he has always been referred to as Howie Cow.
The local Sacramento new media learned of the little orphaned calf and Howie became an overnight star. This resulted in a deluge of supporters, friends, and family urging me to rescue Howie.
But the shelter had other ideas for Howie. They wanted to raffle young Howie off to the highest bidder. The local Future Farmers of America (FFA) high school kids bought raffle tickets. They wanted to raise Howie as a fair project – caring for him, then selling him for slaughter.
I called the shelter and told them we would give Howie a lifelong home at our sanctuary. They turned me down explaining the raffle was in full swing and if we wanted to rescue Howie, we needed to buy raffle tickets in hopes of winning him.
Not taking no for an answer, I escalated our “request” for Howie, threatening to invite the news media out to the shelter and let the public decide Howie’s fate. After a few days of negotiation, I drove to the shelter two days after Valentine’s Day to bring Howie home. The news media followed us all the way, documenting Howie’s new life. And the rest, as they say, is history!
Marji Beach, Education Director
When I first started volunteering at Animal Place, Howie was 8-yrs-old and, as I would soon discover, still a playful calf at heart. I was out picking up poop in the animal yard, minding my own business, when I happened to look up at the hillside. I spotted Howie. He spotted me. And he just watched. Nervous, I kept scooping poop and loading it into the wheelbarrow for a trip to the compost pile.
When the wheelbarrow was completely full, Howie made his move. Galloping down the hillside, through the open gate, he ran excitedly up to me and the wheelbarrow. Daring me to intervene, he circled around, kicking up his heels playfully. I stepped back from the wheelbarrow and Howie proceeded to lift it up and flip it in the air. All that hard work!
But Howie seemed very pleased with himself!
The First Day I Met Howie
Molly Jordan, Intern & Outreach Coordinator
After dreaming about meeting him for a long time, he gave me dozens of bovine kisses. And a hug. It was love at first sight. When I realized I was going to be able to love Howie in his golden years when I joined Animal Place last year, I felt such privilege for the experience to shower him with love any day any place any time. Like so many other human friends, Howie has left a huge hoof print on my soul. I am forever changed by his love.
Just Me and Howie
Roni Seabury, Volunteer
One of my favorite memories of Howie was when it was just me and him alone in the pasture and he laid his head down on my chest. I literally could feel love passing between us. The connection at that moment between human and animal was greater than any words could express.
Dana Portnoy, Volunteer & Supporter
Utterly devastated. Howie was the first cow I ever had the pleasure of meeting. I remember the first time he placed his giant head in my lap and looked up at me with unconditional trust and love. I spent many days at Animal Place with Howie. There were some days I went out and spent the entire day with him, giving him apples, brushing his hair and giving him lots of ear scritches. I remember a hot summer day, cleaning the stalls in the big barn and Howie decided to give me a bath. When I turned around, he was standing there, almost smiling, proud of himself. He always knew when I had apples for him and would come running over as soon as he saw me. I'm grateful I had the chance to say goodbye to him before I left, knowing it would be the last time I would see him. When I walked into his pasture, I was already crying. He came right over to me and nuzzled his head against me as if to say, "It's ok. I know how much you love me." I learned so much from Howie and this hurts so much. I'm thankful he was surrounded by people he loved when he passed and that he'll spend eternity next to his love, Sadie. Absolutely heartbroken.
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