I come to bring more crappy news, so I apologize to everyone ahead of time.
This more April 23, 2015 at about 4:48 in the morning my little water dragon Ardail. The lizard I've been using as my Icon for all these years. Died in my arms, after a series of gasps, violent shuddering, spasms, and with one last gasp, stopped moving...
I got this little lizard as a Sophomore in high school 2010 for my birthday just after seeing "How to train your dragon" Pretty much a newborn at the time and could fit inside my hand.
High school years were rough for a longtime. I was the odd one out of a lot of things. I would be "hanging out" with people at lunch but I never felt like I existed. Alone in the crowd.
Family life was also pretty rough as well, with my dad degrading from the constant pain of his broken back, losing his job and still trying to support 5 kids, my brother not making the best life choices in our mormon house hold, and I myself was having some addictions I didn't trust talking with my parents about.
So when I got this lizard it was finally a living thing I could interact with without worry. Especially after he started attracting to me and not liking the rest of my family.
Often times when I was laying on my bed playing my gamecube and he was wondering around the room he would climb up onto the bed usually crawl right up to my face jump down do it all over again before finally sleeping on my chest.
A pet can make you feel wanted. Something we as human beings all crave for, especially when you never had a girlfriend/boyfriend, and I feel terrible because I've been neglectful with recent craziness in my life, and haven't been able to afford everything he needed or a trip to the vet.
I'll be alright, just right now I've had a friend of mine torn away from me...