She was not acting right and feeling well last night and this morning was much worse.
I took her to an exotic animals hospital and by the time I got her there and they took her back she had passed.
I know she's a lizard and she was Sydney's....but I did most of the work (as is the case with most young kids and pets) and grew quite fond of her. I stood in the vets office (no charge), the vets assistant asked what I wanted to do with her, I told her that I wanted her back and when she left, as hard as I tried, a lump grew in my throat and tears filled my eyes.
I held it together but when I got in the car and laid her on my lap (in a towel) and called to tell Jan...I lost it. I couldn't hide the quivering in my voice when I talked about what happened and had to wipe tears from my cheeks. :( I was sad for Sydney, I knew how hard this was going to be for her. and I think that post trauma thing from putting Sadie down just recently came back too.
Sydney had a birthday party to go to after school today and as luck would have it went home with her which helped us keep it from her so that she would enjoy her time with friends. and she did.
When she came home we had moved Lucilles cage out of her room and cleaned up some of her things...we walked her to her room and she looked around and said, "what. what is it ? where's Lucille ?" I told her that she died and she started to cry and came over for a hug.
We found a nice place to bury her in the backyard. The boys weren't aware or invited to our little ceremony. (mainly because we didn't want it disturbed later) and the 3 of us said one last goodbye to Lucy.
Afterwards, Syd got in the tub and I heard her crying hard...the ugly cry, and then I cried. because she was crying. and now I'm teary because I'm typing it.
All because of a LIZARD ! What the heck people.
Any ways. Syd is asleep. She told me that she would miss her red lights at night...they helped her sleep. and that she always loved it when she woke up at night to see her there. That is right before she would come into my room and climb in bed of course. (another story another day maybe)
Goodbye sweet Lucille. We are all going to miss you.
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| A year ago, when we first got Lucy |
