I'm an animal lover and a Cincinnati native, which means even a year later I am still mourning the death of our fellow critically-endangered, western lowland gorilla, Harambe. But a year later a new animal was thrown in our face by those who took our beloved Harambe away too soon. This new animal was a hippo born premature by the name of Fiona. Thanks to the Cincinnati Zoo, we were given the behind the scenes look at Fiona's recovery and, ultimately, the sneak peak of her before her public debut at the zoo.

It seems everyone I come into contact with is all heart eyes for the beloved Fiona. I mean she's a baby hippo. She has these little puppy dog eyes. She's playful and when she sleeps she sucks on her tongue and it's just adorable. I know countless people that have t-shirts with her face on it. Or she's their lock screen on their iPhone or their desktop photo on their MacBook. But not me.

I can't seem to spend hours talking about how adorable she is with friends or watch all the videos of her playing in water and sleeping. I just can't. I don't understand the obsession with her. Don't get me wrong, I see a baby animal video and I'm awwing at it the entire time, but you put a Fiona video in my face and the most I can come up with is "she's cute." Maybe I'm not over the death of Harambe. Maybe I see right past Cincinnati Zoo's plan to move people onto a new animal obsession. Maybe I'm too stubborn to move on.

Me not obsessing over Fiona has made me feel like I'm missing out on something that everyone is a part of.

I think I'll stick to riding the R.I.P. Harambe wagon a little while longer.