This morning the poor little baby giraffe died... The mother was refusing to let her drink, and they were having trouble bottle feeding her, after all she was 1.7 metres tall and weighed 60 kg when she was born.
I was actually on the verge of crying in the office when I read the news. I can't explain why, it's not as if I have a facination for giraffes or anything, but it was just something about her that got to me.
I swear it's old age that is making me go all soft.
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