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Corn CPR/is it Breathing
- Thread starter Dimerien
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Just an update...
I have a 6-7 year old corn snake that made it to about 3.5 feet. She was always on the skinnier side and a fussy eater, especially in the winter. One month, she went a full three months without eating!
I have no idea what could have went wrong, but RIP to my girl, Stitch!
I have a 6-7 year old corn snake that made it to about 3.5 feet. She was always on the skinnier side and a fussy eater, especially in the winter. One month, she went a full three months without eating!
I have no idea what could have went wrong, but RIP to my girl, Stitch!
I wrote a little obituary if anyone cares to read...
In a biblical setting, the Snake symbolizes malicious intent and deception. In today’s society, we fear the Snake for its eerie outward appearance and Hollywood vilification. Neither are reality.
My girl, Stitch, taught me prevailing life lessons that I won’t soon forget.
The shedding of her skin was a constant reminder of the continued renewal of life. Each time she was reborn, emerging more beautiful and colorful than the last. It served as a reminder that I, too, can shed my own coat of problems and emerge stronger than the last.
Stitch did not strike me once in six years of companionship. She reminded me to never approach an individual with preconceived notions such as those that were bestowed upon her. She reminded me to treat those that are different with kindness and respect despite societal prejudices.
My girl exposed the cruel and beautiful nature of the circle of life. Her prey was always on the same playing field as her. No weapons, no words, just action. There were times where her prey emerged victorious and earned the right to live a free life in the woods. A great lesson in equal opportunity and perseverance.
But despite the raw violence involved with feeding a pet live prey, my Stitch always displayed eloquence and grace. With the utmost respect, she consumed the entire prey, leaving nothing to waste. Much like the indigenous, she taught me to be critical of my own wasteful behaviors and to be grateful for what I am given.
Most importantly… she reminded to not take the ones we love for granted.
Rest in Peace my beautiful little angel.
In a biblical setting, the Snake symbolizes malicious intent and deception. In today’s society, we fear the Snake for its eerie outward appearance and Hollywood vilification. Neither are reality.
My girl, Stitch, taught me prevailing life lessons that I won’t soon forget.
The shedding of her skin was a constant reminder of the continued renewal of life. Each time she was reborn, emerging more beautiful and colorful than the last. It served as a reminder that I, too, can shed my own coat of problems and emerge stronger than the last.
Stitch did not strike me once in six years of companionship. She reminded me to never approach an individual with preconceived notions such as those that were bestowed upon her. She reminded me to treat those that are different with kindness and respect despite societal prejudices.
My girl exposed the cruel and beautiful nature of the circle of life. Her prey was always on the same playing field as her. No weapons, no words, just action. There were times where her prey emerged victorious and earned the right to live a free life in the woods. A great lesson in equal opportunity and perseverance.
But despite the raw violence involved with feeding a pet live prey, my Stitch always displayed eloquence and grace. With the utmost respect, she consumed the entire prey, leaving nothing to waste. Much like the indigenous, she taught me to be critical of my own wasteful behaviors and to be grateful for what I am given.
Most importantly… she reminded to not take the ones we love for granted.
Rest in Peace my beautiful little angel.
