pool, maybe once or twice during the night, they would come out and check on her and she's screeching crying and they would just run back. there is 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 they need. they aren't your whales. they own them. kazaka and takara were very close. kazaka was the mother. takara was the calf. takara was special to me. they were inseparable. when they separated them, it was to take takara it florida. once takara had already been stretchered out of the pool, put on the truck, driven to the airport, kasaka continued to