jabberwockn
New member
Hi,
It's been a while since I've posted on here. I came home today and wasn't greeted by my snake. So I started tapping the glass, he still ignored me (happened sometimes, like around shedding). I grabbed a flashlight and saw the reflection of his scales, then saw his head laying in the aspen. I just started crying.
Admittedly, I was in disbelief and kept trying to rouse a response. I didn't have it in my to remove him. I tried ignoring him until I could get help, but his tank was right next to where I spend most of my waking hours and now that I knew where he was, I could see him. I struggled to carry the entire set-up downstairs to the garage.
After calming down for a couple of hours... I don't know, I'm still in denial. I grabbed a spray bottle and went in the garage. The tank was unlocked and open! I was happy, he might have gotten out, but that meant he was alive. I sprayed water from afar when I saw his body. Convinced that I saw him move, I went to mist his face, but nothing. I guess I just knocked everything loose the first time.
I feel stupid for crying so much. This was my first pet. I got him when I started college after spending an entire year reading and researching daily. It would have been 6 years together in January and I don't understand what went wrong. This last thing I just did, let's me know I'm in denial and not taking it well. So how did/do you deal with the death of your pet?
It's been a while since I've posted on here. I came home today and wasn't greeted by my snake. So I started tapping the glass, he still ignored me (happened sometimes, like around shedding). I grabbed a flashlight and saw the reflection of his scales, then saw his head laying in the aspen. I just started crying.
Admittedly, I was in disbelief and kept trying to rouse a response. I didn't have it in my to remove him. I tried ignoring him until I could get help, but his tank was right next to where I spend most of my waking hours and now that I knew where he was, I could see him. I struggled to carry the entire set-up downstairs to the garage.
After calming down for a couple of hours... I don't know, I'm still in denial. I grabbed a spray bottle and went in the garage. The tank was unlocked and open! I was happy, he might have gotten out, but that meant he was alive. I sprayed water from afar when I saw his body. Convinced that I saw him move, I went to mist his face, but nothing. I guess I just knocked everything loose the first time.
I feel stupid for crying so much. This was my first pet. I got him when I started college after spending an entire year reading and researching daily. It would have been 6 years together in January and I don't understand what went wrong. This last thing I just did, let's me know I'm in denial and not taking it well. So how did/do you deal with the death of your pet?