Shenron died yesterday evening around 7 or 8. He was eleven years old (would have been twelve in October). I just learned about thirty minutes ago.
I...knew it was coming. He was limp when I held him on Saturday, he hadn't been eating or drinking, and had been sleeping almost non-stop. Dad said he threw up a lot of liquid before he went, which makes me think he was sick and we just weren't aware, but I'm not sure with what. I wish I had caught it sooner (though I'm not sure how much a vet could have done without stressing him out at his age).
I'm...not as upset as I probably should be, but I feel a bit hollow and numb. His last moments were with my family holding and cuddling him. I regret not being there (my apartment does not allow reptiles and I didn't want to stress him out in his old age by moving him).
I...knew it was coming. He was limp when I held him on Saturday, he hadn't been eating or drinking, and had been sleeping almost non-stop. Dad said he threw up a lot of liquid before he went, which makes me think he was sick and we just weren't aware, but I'm not sure with what. I wish I had caught it sooner (though I'm not sure how much a vet could have done without stressing him out at his age).
I'm...not as upset as I probably should be, but I feel a bit hollow and numb. His last moments were with my family holding and cuddling him. I regret not being there (my apartment does not allow reptiles and I didn't want to stress him out in his old age by moving him).
