The cow could be emaciated, feasting on polybags in the garbage dump, or trying to flick flies away from the wound on the leg, she was to be worshipped. Not cared for, but worshipped. There could be graver issues at hand, but maintaining religious superiority was of top priority.
Plus she is low-maintenance. She will never complain she's doesn't have a thing to wear even when her wardrobe is spilling over with her indulgences. She is happy with her God-given hooves and never craves for Jimmy Choos. All she needs is grass to moo with contentment. She's every man's dream come true!