When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

of loss.

Linda called Dana first. Dana called me.

I went to Redwood Mesa the next morning before the staff meeting. The sanctuary was still closed, the public paths damp from the sprinklers, the ape building full of the ordinary sounds that had always made grief feel strangely rude: water running, bins rolling, radios crackling, someone laughing in the continue reading …