For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been watching the local news as they been talking about a newborn’s elephant fight for life at the Calgary Zoo. Young Keemaya was born with an infected umbilical cord and was immediately rejected by its mother. I watched the same footage over and over again of the little elephant as I listened to the news reports about her condition, from bad, to good, to worse now she slipped into a coma and died.
During 3 weeks of Keemaya’s life, vets were there 24/7 to watch over her and support was coming in from all over the word, but one thing bothered me. They never named her until after her death. I don’t know if it was to remain objective and not become too attached to the young elephant, whose odds were 50/50 or for some other reason. I think she should have been named right away. Perhaps knowing that she had a name and an identity might have helped? Some would say that she wouldn’t understand things like that since she was a baby elephant but I wonder. Are we the only species with a sense of identity?
I’m am honestly sadden by the loss of young Keemaya. It’s really sad when you think that she never stood much of a chance and for her to go at this time of year, where people are full of you of the holidays. It’s really sad. God shouldn’t take babies, even baby elephants.
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