I've always loved zoos, and the San Francisco Zoo in particular. But it's a sadder place today. Sometime this afternoon a Siberian tiger named Tatiana somehow escaped from her cage. She killed a young man, and was attacking two more when she was shot and killed by the police. It was almost exactly a year after she mauled one of her keepers during a feeding. (News stories here and here.)
The chaoswolf "adopted" Tatiana's next-door neighbor, Tony,
about a year and a half ago. We went to a feeding; I remember Tatiana
vividly -- dark-striped, sleek, graceful, and restless. She had come to
the zoo from Russia, like my maternal grandmother whose name was also
Tatiana, though everyone called her by the diminutive, "Tanya". I always
thought of Tatiana by that name, too.
I feel terribly sorry for poor, lost Tanya. The world may be a little safer today, but a creature of great beauty and a fierce, proud spirit has gone out of it.