I'd left home before Dad got an intact bull. But we had a pet steer, T-bone, until he died of pneumonia when I was 12 or so. He was a sweetie, and my little brother & sisters all loved to pet and play with him. All thousand pounds or so of him. Holstein bull when we got him. Dad did the work on him, planning to eat him. Sisters put a stop to that. He was about 5 or 6 when he got sick, and died.I've been treated like that more than once by bulls and all I was doing was loading them up lol.