The polar bears at the zoo were rescued from an awful circus traveling in Puerto Rico, and have never completely recovered. One of them, Masha, had to be put to sleep this week because infections left him unable to walk or stand.
The polar bears are my favorite zoo animal, so it’s not all that surprising that I teared up when I read the news yesterday. I told Mike last night that we needed to have a moment of silence for Masha, and as we were doing that I thought about the other polar bear, Wilhelm, the zookeepers who take such good care of the animals, the kids who are always so excited to see polar bears. Fare thee well, Masha. As part of God’s creation, you certainly deserved better treatment than you had for much of your life. Enjoy the great Arctic in the sky. We will miss you.