My name is #17364. I am a cow used for milking. No, not the milking with hands your probably think of. Instead, there's a metal latch attached to my nipples that sucks out my milk. It's on me almost every minute of the day. It HURTS. It hurts so much and is so tight that it draws blood, and I get infections a lot. You'd think someone would release the clamp when they saw this happening to me, but they don't. The people who work on this "farm" don't seem to care. They constantly pump me with antibiotics hoping that will make my milk safe for humans. I mean, milk mixed with blood and puss from my infections doesn't seem too appetizing, but maybe that's just me Speaking of humans, I still haven't figured out why they want to drink my milk. I was hoping to give it to one of my baby calves instead. I know that will never happen because every time I give birth they steal my baby away from me. When I have a son, well, that's the worst. Many times I've seen people around here put my baby boy in a box and throw him in the trash. I cry and cry but no one seems to notice or care. I can't even count how many times I've been pregnant. I gave up counting a long time ago ... that's how many times it's been. And no, I'm not one of those promiscuous girls! These people force pregnancy upon me so I can always produce milk. Money sometimes makes people do evil things. I get it. But It's extremely uncomfortable to always carry a baby inside me. Extremely. And the births are terribly painful as I'm sure you can imagine. My whole life is pretty much a nightmare. On top of everything else, I barely get to move. Ever. I stand up all day long with a metal object clamped to my nipples, blood gushing down my leg, stuffed in a tight cell with hundred of other cows all around me. It's nice not to be alone, but it's so hard to listen to the screams and cries coming from my friends. That's about it, I guess. That's my life. I don't wish it upon anyone.