I find an odd poignancy in this story.
Ya Ya tried her best to keep her cubs safe, and in doing so, wore herself out, not properly eating or sleeping. This exhaustion caused her to drop the smaller baby, mid-feeding, and collapse onto the fallen body, crushing the tiny offspring beneath her.
She is “inconsolable, wailing and looking for her baby after its body was taken away from her.”
Although the baby was one of a set of twins, and the elder cub remains alive and in good health, Ya Ya continues to mourn.
How many times have I done exactly that? In the pursuit of something cherished, I have held the goal so close, that in the end, when it all fell apart, there was no one to blame but myself. Road to a personal hell, paved with the best of intentions.
*sigh* I wish her peace.