Friday, November 28, 2014

The passing of a queen

It is with great pain that I share news of Janga's passing.  Around 9:00 pm on 27 November 2014 (Thanksgiving Day), Janga was put down due to quality of life issues pertaining to her recently diagnosed diabetes.  A later necropsy revealed masses on her liver and pancreas, with lab results indicating cancer in 3 cell types.  She was 17 years old.  She was preceded in death by her natal troop, victims of a toxoplasmosis outbreak in December 1998, prior to her arrival at Moorpark in May 2002.  She was survived by Obi (age 20), her sole companion at Moorpark since 2003.  At the time of her passing, she was surrounded (in person or in heart) by her trainers and zoo staff.

Though I couldn't be in the room with her at the end, I waited for news in the vet hospital parking lot for 3 hours.  It felt like an eternity, especially since I knew what was likely to happen.  When I finally got word, my worst fears were confirmed.  Fortunately I got to see her one last time the previous weekend.  I had plans to see her again this Saturday.

Though she antagonized me for most of my year with Obi, I always loved her... even when she made it hard to do so.  I deeply regret thinking of her as a spoiled princess at that time.  During the last month or two of my time at Moorpark, we finally came to understand one another, and things changed radically.  By giving her more control during feeding and eventually trusting her enough to let her greet me with a nose touch, we quickly became close.  When animal turnovers approached, I sincerely think that she hoped to claim me as her new trainer.  She began to put herself between Obi and I, not out of spite or in hopes of getting treats (like she used to), but simply to sit with me and to groom me.  My sweetest memory of her was when she and Obi were licking me and I purred, startling both of them so much that they looked at each other in shock, and then proceeded to groom me meticulously, like I was a lemur.  My most heart-breaking memory of her was our final nose touch on graduation day.

She was the most beautiful and regal lemur I have ever known—a rightful queen who deserved a strong and healthy troop in Madagascar.  She will be sorely missed, particularly by her trainers and Obi, her rock and security blanket.

She will always be my one and only queen.

(Mahajanga or Maha Jenga)
20 March 1997 - 27 November 2014

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