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I like how the colors and lighting are in surreal harmony with the tiger. The mystery aspect of this picture worked well with the enhancement I accomplished with PaintShop Pro.
In tribute to Wzui. Wzui crossed the Rainbow Bridge on 9-8-2011, killed by jealous Seri, one of his harem. Clytemnestra, black widow, Seri . . .
From the El Paso Times: "By Lindsey Reiser - Multimedia Journalist
Thursday, July 21, 2011 - 5:26pm
EL PASO - It's a love story straight out of a soap opera. Two female tigers at the El Paso Zoo are competing for the attention of the male hunk.
If you think jealousy and backstabbing are traits reserved for humans, you'll be shocked at how far these felines will go.
"We have Wzui, he's 5 years years old, we have Seri, she's 3 years old, and we have Melor, she is 15 years old," said caretaker Griselda Martinez.
Like most love triangles, Martinez says this twisted tale started in the bedroom.
"Wzui actually gets to live in between both females, so that's where the triangle begins," Martinez said. Each female brings something unique to the table. Melor is the more mature feline and Seri is the playful flirt. But Wzui is the raw-meat-covered apple of their eye.
"He's a cool cat, he's very mellow, he's very sweet," Martinez said.
Melor has been at the zoo for some time. Seri was brought in January and Wzui joined the pack a month later. When they first met, Martinez says it was love at first sight. In hopes of breeding the endangered Malayans here in El Paso, a group called the Species Survival Plan decided Seri was the better match for Wzui. But Wzui seems to think one is not enough.
"He seems to spend a lot of time with both of them," Martinez said. "If Wzui pays too much attention to Melor, which he usually goes and sits right by her, then Seri will start calling to him, like 'come to me, come to me.' And he'll ignore her for a while and then he'll go over to her. That's when Meli will come around."
Now the females have turned catty, which, behind these walls, means you could get an eye clawed out.
"The girls will not get along, they will fight, so that's a pretty dangerous situation," Martinez said.
So will Wzui and Seri successfully bring a beautiful tiger cub into this world? Or will Melor's appeal distract Wzui from the task at paw? Tune in next time, for the Days of Our 9 Lives."
From the New York Times"
Texas: Tiger Kills Her Mate
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Published: September 9, 2011
A rare Malayan tiger was killed by his mate at the El Paso Zoo on Thursday, and zoo officials said they were taken by surprise because the two were playing together hours earlier. Seri, a 3-year-old female who came from the San Diego Zoo 15 months ago, seemed to have bonded with 6-year-old Wzui during the two and a half months they were together, said Steve Marshall, the zoo director. A visitor said Seri chomped down on the side of Wzui’s neck and choked him, Mr. Marshall said. Tara Harris, the conservation director at the Minnesota Zoo, said that tigers do fight with one another. “But it is very rare that one would kill another, especially a female killing a male,” she said."
When an animal dies that has been especially close to
someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are
meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they
can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water
and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to
health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made
whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our
dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and
content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone
very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one
suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes
are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to
run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to
be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your
hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more
into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...
9-13-2011 I just cme across this poem by Emily Dickinson:
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- by Emily Dickinson
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
I hunted all the Sand --
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand --
His Mighty Balls -- in death were thick --
But searching -- I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water -- and of me --
'Twas not my blame -- who sped too slow --
'Twas not his blame -- who died
While I was reaching him --
But 'twas -- the fact that He was dead --