Dreamwritten
Juvie Member
This is long overdue (~5-6 years?!?) but I wanted to say RIP and I'm so, so sorry to my little Anole, Damion: misspelled due to being a stubborn teenager.
I won him unexpectedly at a street fair and had to run into Petland to purchase what I thought was everything he needed. Now, owning a bearded dragon, I understand why he only lived to be a year. He had a basic heating lamp with no way to measure the temperature right smack in the middle of the tank, no UVB, a sand substrate, and a strict cricket and waxworm / mealworm diet (all of which were probably way too big for him) void of any vitamins, veggies or calcium. He died after basically starving himself to anorexia. I believe, knowing what I know now, that it was impaction.
I'm ashamed to say I wasn't even that upset when he died. I was sad, but I figured they didn't live long, and he was too skittish for me to ever really hold him and bond with him. He basically just sat in his tank, in my room until his time came. I was so ignorant and the poor baby suffered. Now that I'm becoming a reptile nut, thanks to my BD Slim, I am near tears and unable to forgive myself whenever he crosses my mind. Reptiles have this stigma of being hardy, let-be creatures... and they really are anything but.
I've never been heartless or careless with animals, and I don't know why he was the exception.
I'm sorry baby
I won him unexpectedly at a street fair and had to run into Petland to purchase what I thought was everything he needed. Now, owning a bearded dragon, I understand why he only lived to be a year. He had a basic heating lamp with no way to measure the temperature right smack in the middle of the tank, no UVB, a sand substrate, and a strict cricket and waxworm / mealworm diet (all of which were probably way too big for him) void of any vitamins, veggies or calcium. He died after basically starving himself to anorexia. I believe, knowing what I know now, that it was impaction.
I'm ashamed to say I wasn't even that upset when he died. I was sad, but I figured they didn't live long, and he was too skittish for me to ever really hold him and bond with him. He basically just sat in his tank, in my room until his time came. I was so ignorant and the poor baby suffered. Now that I'm becoming a reptile nut, thanks to my BD Slim, I am near tears and unable to forgive myself whenever he crosses my mind. Reptiles have this stigma of being hardy, let-be creatures... and they really are anything but.
I've never been heartless or careless with animals, and I don't know why he was the exception.
I'm sorry baby
