In 1936, the last known Tasmanian Tiger died at the Hobart Zoo in Hobart, Tasmania. Over the years there have been many unconfirmed sightings of Tazzie Tigers, but no solid evidence yet. There is a video clip available of that last tiger from 1936 in the zoo. Personally, I find it chilling to watch the video of this animal walking about in its cage, knowing that its extinction was the result of the deliberate, concerted, and successful efforts of humans.
Now, I realize this critter I got from Taronga Zoo in Sydney isn't meant to be a Tasmanian Tiger, but I kinda liked the name. I gather from the expression on his face that he's a very profound little guy, although he tends to keep his thoughts to himself, and he rarely makes a sound.
That reminds me of the time I was about 6, and was trying to go to sleep whilst clutching my favorite stuffed dog, whom I'd stolen from my older brother. It seemed just a regular night until I felt my inanimate pal move by himself, which I took as a cue to leap out of bed and burst into my parents' bedroom, screaming and crying, "Snoopy moved! Snoopy moved!". Hey, what else would I name him? Anyway, it's surprising I didn't develop some kind of stuffie-aversion after that traumatic incident.