Little Orphan Humpy, the humpback whale calf that thought a yacht was its mom, has vanished.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HUMPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Before the sun went down yesterday, authorities had determined that Humpy probably wasn’t going to make it through the night – finally succumbing to exhaustion and starvation, and injuries sustained from what appeared to be a shark attack – and they made the decision to PUT HIM TO SLEEP. But when they went to look for him, they couldn’t find him! I’m going to just keep telling myself that Humpy was rescued by his mama, or that he followed a trail of shrimp crumbs back home to the open sea, or maybe Jason James Richter helped him jump over a rock formation and swim to freedom???

But, on the other hand, if…if…if the worst has occurred, I know that Humpy flew up to heaven on the Rainbow Bridge, and that he’s OKAY. He’s in a better place.

(And yes, people are going NUTS over this. They are angry that no one tried to give Humpy a giant baby bottle. I’m sure that the people in charge did everything they could, and it’s not as simple as it sounds. But like I said, Humpy is free now – either swimming with some whales in the open sea, or swimming with Jesus up in heaven. You and I know both know that yacht-mom was a cold, un-loving, abusive b*tch for a mother, and so this is for the best.)

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