Dear, baby girl. I was here when you were born, people were angry because of the circumstances of your birth, your mama was too young and you both deserved better and you both are very loved.
I was here, watching you go against all odds after being rejected, being bottle fed and having your rostrum hurt in the tank walls that one day will be crashed pieces in a empty place.
I was here when the lack of information began, when pictures of you were rare, and when your skin started to look weird and nobody knew for sure what was happening to you.
I was here, when only 10 months after you came to this world, you were gone. Gone forever.
You’re not here anymore, but I am. I’m here fighting every single day so any other animal has to go through what you went through, so they can live their lives in freedom, just like you should.
Baby Vicky, I’m not here to remember your death, but to celebrate your short life because you once was here, bringing hope to us all. And its for you that I’m crying tonight. Because I miss you. Because I am sure you would have a great life ahead of you in the ocean. Because your mother didn’t know what to do and its not her fault. Because your older brother is going down the same hill you did, and we dont want that. And most of all, because I love you very much and I won’t stop untill all the tanks are empty.