there was nothing that you could call that watching it, besides grief. >> those are not your whales. you know, you love them, and you think i'm the one that touches them, feeds them, keeps them alive, gives them the care that nay need. they are not your whales. they own them. they were very close, kasaka was the mother, takara was the chasm. takara was special to me. they were inacceptable. when they separated them, it was to take takara to florida. once takara was stretchered out of the pool, put on the truck, driven to the airport, kasaka continued to make vocals that had never been heard before. they brought in the senior