Dear Cow,
You've changed a lot over the years ...
I can't tolerate you and you make me sick.
You're just not my type anymore.
Maybe in a few 100 years when your mutated genes get back to the way it used to be
I hate to say this but ...
I found someone else... A2 milk. It doesn't make me diabetic. It doesn't clog my arteries, both in my heart and in my brain. I am not depressed any more...
Regards,
Sophie