like, i had never seen her do anything like that and the other females in the pool, maybe once or twice during the night they would come out and check on her and she would screech and cry and they would run back. 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. kastka and katara were very close. they were very close. kastka was the mother, takara was the young. takara was special to me. they were inseparable. when they separated them, it was to take takara to florida. once takara had already been stretchered out of the pool, put on the truck, driven to the