This afternoon ended the weepiest bought of PMS I have had in a long time. Whew.
Saturday morning/afternoon M and I were packing etc. at his house and we had on NPR. He loves Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. I used to love This American Life, and then stopped loving it. But it was on in the background as I was doing stuff, and slowly it creeped into my consciousness - in and out.
It was the story of a couple that raised a chimp I think (though I was envisioning a gorilla as the animal in this story was named Lucy). They decided to experiment and treat it like a child, living in their house. Sign language of course. The whole bit - to a bit beyond (they caught the chimp on the couch mastu***ting, and decided to give her a Playgirl.
In any event, all was well until they decided Lucy was too big to stay with them. They found a place in Africa to bring her and from what I gleaned, just dropped her off in the forest in a cage and left her - with a human looking over her and other primates. This animal that had been raised like a child, inside a house. All of sudden in the forest - only one human there. Of course she didn't eat. Of course there were issues. So so sad. I wept thinking of the poor animal being dumped like that. The woman in Africa who took care of her left her on an island with other chimps. A year later she came back and went onto the beach, and Lucy showed up and saw her and wrapped her/its arms around the woman and held her tight. But Lucy did let go and walked off with the other primates.
That night I had a dream. I was inside my rock climbing gym and walking up to the counter, and walked by this display case kinda thing they had. I looked inside and there was a tiny cat curled up, and you gave it attention by putting money in some part of the box. As I walked by it looked up at me and meowed. It was so sad! In the dream I tried to find someone to answer why they had the cat, and to set it free. I woke up before doing that.
Can a chimp have feelings or am I anthropomorphizing? Doesn't matter. I wept.