When we weaned the heifers, we left Helga-come-lately (she was a June baby) with her mama until she was older. Yesterday, Hubby decided that Helga was ready to be weaned. Helga was happy to be reunited with her big sisters--at first--until she missed her warm milk at bedtime.
Helga has not ceased to protest. Loudly. As the cute little baby of the family, she's accustomed to over-indulgence, not boundaries.
Helga's big sisters, especially Cinnamon, try to console her. (Do they empathize with her plight, or do they just want her to calm down and stop bawling?)
Fortunately, Helga's distress hasn't affected her appetite.
"But God, who comforts and encourages the depressed and the disquieted...." ~2 Corinthians 7:6 AMP