Her heart aches as she desperately searches and calls for him. It's no use - her precious child has been stolen from her. Never again will she see her baby boy's face, he has been taken away from her so that humans could guzzle the milk, which was rightfully his.
Every day that passes she casts a glimpse to the area where she last saw her child. Hoping that somehow, by magic, her little angel will come back to her. It's hard to accept that he is gone. A mother's bond with her baby is very strong.
She is impregnated over and over so that she will continue to produce milk. Each of her babies, stolen away from her. Eventually her body is exhausted. And she is sent to slaughter. An innocent living being, murdered for cheap meat.
She didn't have a name. She was just a number. A commodity. A slave.