Some of our cows were like that. Most had names and some were 4H projects. It is the same with a lot of horses.
Every truck load of young calves would include a few cull calves that our neighbor figured just weren't going to survive.
Mrs. Lucky would cart these pathetic little calves home, sing to them, pet them, hold them on her lap and genuinely mother them. Some of them didn't make it, but most of them not only survived, but thrived.
There were some weepy moments on market day, however.
The craziest cow I have ever had was one I bought at auction that was someones 4H/FFA animal. She took it hard going from a pampered pet to just a cow out in the field. I don’t recommend getting wiped across a barbed wire fence by a 1000 pound cow in bovine rage.
After her last calf before I sold her, I decided maybe the kids would like some fresh real milk. That turned into quite a rodeo. (^;