One by one, the few others with Bina, got sick and came home to die peacefully. One, I felt, preferred to die there, and he is buried here too. Bina's brother disappeared a few years ago. One little friendly tiger male showed up, was taken home with me and adopted. Since then, Bina has been the only one there. She comes out of the bushes now when I arrive, and cries hello. The bank has eroded so much that I can't get into the trees where no one could see us. But I keep a low profile, clear water dish close by the fence, and a flat green plate. Bina has been healthy, and may have friends down the creek a way, near Montoya Gardens apartments. I hear there are cats there....more work looming, I think.