Another Tragic Snake Story
This morning my little snake was fine and happy. It acted just as it did the day I brought it home, and has been acting perfectly fine. There wasn't a hint of a sign that I would notice to indicate anything was wrong. I'm always paranoid with new pets that they'll start exhibiting strange behaviors or something will be wrong with them since seeing all of my sister's problems with her cats. The little snake seemed perfectly fine! Of course, I'm no snake expert either.
Tonight I decide that I want some chill time with my little buddy again. He liked to be on my hand, twisting around my palm and my fingers while I typed, hanging out while I play on Facebook apps, and pretty much anything that involves clinging on to me. I was going to kick around on my computer for a little while until I was tired enough to lay down. I just wanted some quality time with my little buddy, the way I used to enjoy my quality time with Sneaky, just hanging out at the computer.
Unfortunately, fate was against me. I went to pick up my little buddy to find that he didn't twist around my finger like he had already made a habit of doing. He didn't even move at all, not so much as a tail twitch. I knew then, but I didn't want to accept it. I began to pick him up, but his little lifeless body just drooped. It struck me then. He had a large, dark lump towards his tail end that wasn't there this morning. Something had been really wrong.
At first I blamed myself, but I did everything my research told me to do. The other snake was treated just the same and he's fine. I can't even blame the food because I hadn't even fed them yet in the whole whopping three full days I had owned them. The more I think about it, the more I wonder if there was something wrong when I got him, but I just didn't know it at the time. I can't imagine what I could have done in that short time that would cause his little system to get backed up like that, or whatever it was that happened.
We're going to go back to the store tomorrow to figure out what can be done. I hate to sound calloused and cold, but I paid good money for that snake, money that could have been spent on other things if I knew it would just go to a snake that would die in three days. I really would like another one to replace the one I lost, but I can't afford it, and to be honest, I'm a little afraid of getting another one. What happens if the next one dies? Beyond the cost, I just don't think I can take that. I'm just totally defeated and I want answers.
But to my darling little buddy, it was wonderful spending what short time we had together. It may have only been three days, but you were my favorite. You're going to be missed, little guy.
Tonight I decide that I want some chill time with my little buddy again. He liked to be on my hand, twisting around my palm and my fingers while I typed, hanging out while I play on Facebook apps, and pretty much anything that involves clinging on to me. I was going to kick around on my computer for a little while until I was tired enough to lay down. I just wanted some quality time with my little buddy, the way I used to enjoy my quality time with Sneaky, just hanging out at the computer.
Unfortunately, fate was against me. I went to pick up my little buddy to find that he didn't twist around my finger like he had already made a habit of doing. He didn't even move at all, not so much as a tail twitch. I knew then, but I didn't want to accept it. I began to pick him up, but his little lifeless body just drooped. It struck me then. He had a large, dark lump towards his tail end that wasn't there this morning. Something had been really wrong.
At first I blamed myself, but I did everything my research told me to do. The other snake was treated just the same and he's fine. I can't even blame the food because I hadn't even fed them yet in the whole whopping three full days I had owned them. The more I think about it, the more I wonder if there was something wrong when I got him, but I just didn't know it at the time. I can't imagine what I could have done in that short time that would cause his little system to get backed up like that, or whatever it was that happened.
We're going to go back to the store tomorrow to figure out what can be done. I hate to sound calloused and cold, but I paid good money for that snake, money that could have been spent on other things if I knew it would just go to a snake that would die in three days. I really would like another one to replace the one I lost, but I can't afford it, and to be honest, I'm a little afraid of getting another one. What happens if the next one dies? Beyond the cost, I just don't think I can take that. I'm just totally defeated and I want answers.
But to my darling little buddy, it was wonderful spending what short time we had together. It may have only been three days, but you were my favorite. You're going to be missed, little guy.