not carry him out, saying it had to be his decision. I realize that this is the accepted tenet of behavior reinforcement that has fended off attacks by activists, but I've seen sloths being moved, either for educational demonstrations or to move them from nighttime housing to outside exhibits. I really thought they'd make the sloth available on the heavily-advertised International Sloth Day or maybe even bring the one from Amazonia to ensure a good experience. However, the male in Amazonia goes days without being seen, even by his keepers. I did get to witness Vlad move across the exhibit to a keeper on a tall ladder holding a special treat. But as early as 10:30, they had given up and brought out the tamandua, saying they'd keep trying to get Vlad down for the 12:45 demo. At that point, there was an even taller ladder, but no luck. All that was to be had was info: Vlad is 33, bred here at NZP, and will soon have the companionship of a young female who is just finishing quarantine. They're not sure if there will be breeding or not; Vlad spent 11 years with a female and didn't ever seem interested. To capture either sloth for a health check every two years, a keeper must stay overnight on a night when the sloth is due to come down to the floor to eliminate.
I had come on this day because I was worried that Shanthi, the 44-year-old Asian elephant, might be near the end of her days. She has had arthritis for more than 20 years, and it has become so severe that on regular meds, she would not lie down, play, or even swim. In response, over the last five years, the medical staff have come up with new and hitherto remedies untried on elephants. See this link for these treatments as recently as May and going back years:
Elephant Update: Treating Shanthi’s Arthritis
I heard recently that these treatments were no longer working, and that the vets had decided to stop everything except basic NSAIDS and medications for foot infections. Unfortunately, I was not encouraged when I saw her. She was not moving around very much and stood still for long stretches. She repositioned her feet very frequently to redistribute the weight, sometimes in very odd positions that looked almost "unbalanced," like two feet side-by-side almost touching, or one foot far in front of the other to be more comfortable. I was dismayed to see her swinging her trunk for five minutes at one point, a repetitive behavior from the old days long ago when she only had a small stall. NZP has always kept its elephants' feet in pristine condition--and this could be witnessed in the other elephants, but Shanthi's nails were cracked vertically with heavy cuticles, leaving me to wonder if they were just too painful to touch or work on. She has had absesses and pressure sores on her footpads, and I can only imagine how bad these could be with all the repositioning. The advanced treatments had enabled her to lie down, play and swim for the first time in months, but I found she hasn't been in the pool for quite a while now. Ambika is known for loving to swim in the rain, so I've never hesitated to go on a rainy day to see Ambika, Shanthi, and Bozie swim in Spike's big pool. The pool was being filled when I first arrived, but no swimming ever happened. The keepers and docents have a long explanation ready of how carefully decisions about euthanasia like this are made and who is involved, etc., but I knew all of that and just wanted to know if she was close to that "red line." She is. When her quality of life has been irrevocably compromised and there are no more solutions, she will be humanely euthanized. There are no more solutions, so it's now only a matter of how much pain can be controlled. This is why I came, because it might have been the last time I'll ever see her.
Many of us blithely assumed it would be 71-year-old Ambika who would go first. Remarkably, she has delighted everyone by enjoying robust health and passing birthday after birthday. She has become arthritic only in the last few years, and at the usual pace of its progression, she would presumably die of old age and not necessarily the effects of arthritis. However, her degree of stiffness just since I saw her 5 months ago has increased noticeably, and her feet don't look good either. Keepers arrived to work on her front feet through the bars, and at one point, she actually withdrew a foot from the procedure, but it ended up being a very endearing sight. Longtime elephant manager Marie Galloway fed Ambika celery to keep her occupied, but anyone who knows Ambika knows how smart and how mischievous she can be. With a loving laugh, Galloway tried to keep her slim body between Ambika's eye and her foot, hoping she wouldn't see what was being done. Then she laughed even harder and used the clicker, that usually is an animal's sign that they've done something asked well in operant conditioning, every other second, almost in rapid succession, even laughing that Ambika was not being THAT good, she was just trying drown out the sounds of the clipper. I must have 100 stories like this of times when you could clearly see Ambika's personality. Those personalities are why people can be so attached and moved by elephants. But she is 71, and Shanthi is being felled by crippling arthritis, and every time I make the 400-mile round trip to see the girls I grew up with, I know it might be the last time I see them. Ambika and Shanthi have been the elephants so many generations of families have grown up seeing and loving. It's difficult to think of the zoo without them. Now, for the first time, it looks as if that time may be sooner than later.