My family has a ranch out in west Texas, where my grandparents used to raise cattle. We had this one bull, a big mother fucker, full blood black angus bull with the nicest and sweetest demeanor (unless there was another bull on the other side of the fence, then he lost his shit). But he was so cool, just like a dog, he'd walk up and request his morning head scratches and back rubs and of course his complimentary treats that came with that. He was always gentle with me and my brother from like elementary to early high school, he'd recognize us and come over to be the first one to say hi when we got to the ranch. He'd be yelling at stuff, if his harem of ladies ever got out of sight, man he'd be yelling until he saw out llama scout for the ladies group and then he'd chill out. Between him and that llama, that llama was the baddest dude ever, everything was scared of the llama, the bull? Nah, he was a teddy bear. Unfortunately, he passed away after contracting a septic infection as a result of a cactus thorn in his, adult head sized, testicle. I watched it happen, he was just walking along and bam, nuts hit a prickly pear patch and if l've ever seen an animal's expression and understand what the were feeling, it was then.