Driving through Eastern Oregon once, a few decades ago, I stopped in a small town that had a grizzly as a roadside attraction. I'd seen plenty of grizzlies in parks, and zoos, etc. but I can only say I've seen the actual creature this once. He was mangy, and malnourished, trapped in a cage I'd find claustrophobic. Looking at him though, his nature as a being of both incredible ferocity and gentleness were undeniable.

I still remember the look he gave me, and how I knew it came from the same exact eyes as any human I've seen beg for mercy or kindness. I know how he felt, I think; simultaneously feeling forever broken by his captors, yet suffering the awareness that he could be free if only someone would help him. We paid the fee to feed him an apple, got in the car, and left. I think of him every few years. Never the other bears. Just him.