Mother of angels
Yesterday I learnt of the passing of Suku, one of the baby dolphins I got to know while volunteering at the Dolphin Academy in Curacao. Ten years ago she was a little spunky one-year old. Exploring the world, testing the patience of her mum and all the humans around her. With the sweetest smile and so much joy. I was allowed to help with her training, functioning as a stand in guest while practicing way too hard 'kisses' and tentative handshakes next to mum.
A few months is of course nothing compared to the real trainers, who spent every day of every year with her, from the moment she was born to the moment she passed. But getting to meet her, as well as the other dolphins, remains one of the most special and profound privileges of my life. They taught me so much about dolphins, and what its like to care for them, share a life with them. I witnessed first hand how these animals are family, or even more than that. However brief our encounter, her death really hit me, harder than expected.
So I wanted to share these images in her memory. The drawing up top was made back then for Suku's head trainer. It shows Suku on the left below her mom, Ritiña. On the right swims Ritiña's other daughter, Alita, who'd passed away years earlier. I hope Suku's found her half sister, somewhere up there in the big blue. And I hope their spirit lives on in their fantastic mum.
Rock on, little sugar.








