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My Gobbie-girl
I was going to devote today to packing, but then I got a call from a friend at the zoo - my dear Goblin died this morning. It took a while for it to sink in but once it did, I was a mess. I went in to the zoo and they had already started her necropsy. It looks like it was congestive heart failure (she was 31 - a ripe old age for a baboon). I talked with some friends, helped them do some hand-prints for her trainers, and did as much as I could. It was cathartic. I'm very thankful they let me be there and participate.
I actually had gone in to the zoo on Saturday and seen Goblin. She looked older and more crotchety than usual, but she grunted and lip-smacked at me, which made me so happy. She was the only animal that really remembered me and greeted me like a friend when I visited. My dear, dear Gobbie. She was old, it was her time, but it's still really tough. I miss her so much. I'd give anything to relax in the sun and groom with her again. It was a gift that she remembered me, and I got to see her before she died, and I got to say goodbye to her. My dear girl.
I actually had gone in to the zoo on Saturday and seen Goblin. She looked older and more crotchety than usual, but she grunted and lip-smacked at me, which made me so happy. She was the only animal that really remembered me and greeted me like a friend when I visited. My dear, dear Gobbie. She was old, it was her time, but it's still really tough. I miss her so much. I'd give anything to relax in the sun and groom with her again. It was a gift that she remembered me, and I got to see her before she died, and I got to say goodbye to her. My dear girl.