For every little bit of joy, there's always a little grief.....
For those of you who know me, you'll know I rescued a blue-tailed skink from my cats with the intentions of releasing him once he was all healed up. This skink came to be known as Norbert and thus he became my pet and buddy. He would take crickets from my fingers and knew me when I would come to the tank to feed him. He frolicked when I misted the cage and peeped if I patted him on the head. I bought him fake pot leaves for his tank and red lights for ambiance.
Well, the other night we were hanging out and partying before Easter and I went up to check on him and he had died in his tank. Of course, I am distressed and kind of confused feeling since I walk by and don't see his tank now. It's something missing from my life that has been there constantly and has been a source of great joy. So, here's to you Norbert, my little buddy. Thank whatever's out there that I could prolong your cute little life and set you up in style for the last year of it. You've gone back to where you came from and we'll certainly be thankful for the time you were with us. Goodbye.