This morning, I watched a recording of an unusual reunion.
Back in 1969, two men adopted a lion cub. Within a year, the cub had outgrown the furniture store in which it had been living in downtown London, so the men contacted a lion specialist in Kenya to help integrate Christian, as they called their pet, into the wild.
It worked. Within several months, the lion had adapted completely. But the men hadn’t. They missed Christian, and came for a visit nine months after his release.