That little bro right there?
His name was Glenn Dio Shadix.
Named after Dio, an amazing musician, and Glenn Shadix, and amazing voice/actor.
I didn't have him for very long, I'll admit but I got attached to the little bugger. I tried to spend as much time with him as I could and I was there when he drew his final breaths.
It was hard for me, I've had few pets in my life and my boyfriend and I paid for him ourselves.
I bonded with Glenn almost immediately, cooing and awwing at everything he did. I got excited when he ate his first dandelion green from my hand and when he ate his first crickets after I'd bruoght him home.
Last Thursday he started getting lethargic and not eating. He had never been very active which I didn't know was bad until the day he died. I was gone all weekend and my mom tried feeding him and he wasn't eating still. I found him this morning, he'd flopped over between a rock and the glass wall so I picked him up and put him down flat.
Hi moved to the end of the cave and convulsed. I called the reptile store and they told me to bring him in. He convlsed once more before we left and passed away on the car ride to the store.
I was talking to the manager and he told me somtimes lizards in a litter start off sick because in the wild they have around 15 babies but in captivity it's around 40 and some of them just don't make it very long.
I loved my baby and I want him immortalized.
