Two days ago I lost my bearded dragon, Marvin. I'd had him for five years and raised him from a tiny baby that fit in the palm of my hand to a large adult who fit along my forearm. He even came to University with me in the second year and was loved by most who met him (besides those who don't like reptiles). His favourite past time was sleeping down mine and my house mate's top. He came regularly for cuddles and was happy to run round. He was so docile, even the vet said he was docile. He wasn't perfect. He had a couple of deformed claws, and some of them had been bitten off when he was a baby by his siblings. He also had a short tail because of his siblings, but he was perfect to me.
It was very sudden and unexpected. The vet said he had a tumour and had been seizing for a bit, but an ill and seizing beardie acts like one who is shedding so I wouldn't have known. It got bad on the day he died. He threw up his food and was wheezing. I took him to the vets and he never came home. It hurts to see his empty viv in my room and I miss him so much. He was too young and my first pet that I had chosen and had wanted. He was my best Christmas present and I will always love him.
I love you Marv xx
It was very sudden and unexpected. The vet said he had a tumour and had been seizing for a bit, but an ill and seizing beardie acts like one who is shedding so I wouldn't have known. It got bad on the day he died. He threw up his food and was wheezing. I took him to the vets and he never came home. It hurts to see his empty viv in my room and I miss him so much. He was too young and my first pet that I had chosen and had wanted. He was my best Christmas present and I will always love him.
I love you Marv xx
