I know you guys probably don't want to read this, but I had to get this off my chest. My baby must be remembered because I am beginning to forget as a way of coping. I don't want to forget. Thank you to whoever reads his story.
On April 16, 2021, I purchased a beardie living in awful conditions. He was small and some of his toenails were missing. I brought him home, gave him a bath, and, honestly, I loved him immediately. I decided to name him Mulder after one of my favorite TV characters, Fox Mulder from X-Files. I knew from the beginning he was different from my other beardies because he would just stare me in the eyes and wouldn't look away as if he was saying "I love you." I learned over time that his favorite food is peas, so I bought him a pea pod plushie. He was so picky, as he refused to eat anything else, but he was my baby; he took naps with me, cuddled with me, and begged to be held.
Here he is the day I got him (he's in the trunk in his original tank):
Photos of Mulder After He Got Settled:
Unfortunately, around August 2022, I noticed a weird growth inside his mouth. His appetite began to decline and he started to dramatically lose weight. In September, I decided to take him to the vet because my attempts to heal this growth had failed. Long story short, I went to two different vets, and both prescribed the same injections and treatment. He went from 475 grams to 425 grams in just a few weeks, and I knew my baby wasn't going to make it.
After months and months of trying to save him, I just couldn't. The growth spread to his eye and began to eat away at his bone. So, on February 9, 2023, I knew it was time to free him of his suffering.
At this time, his eyes had grown dramatically in size, his teeth turned black, his gums were bleeding, and he was so, so skinny. I was so nervous, I nearly passed out two times from hyperventilation. I cried so hard because I love him. You see, he wasn't a lizard to me, he was my baby. After his passing, my vet told me she believed he had cancer. Which, though sad, gave me great relief knowing it wasn't my fault. I find peace knowing he is at peace and, now, probably living his best life.
Here he is the day he left Earth with his little pea pod:
I love you, Mulder.. you will always be my little pea
On April 16, 2021, I purchased a beardie living in awful conditions. He was small and some of his toenails were missing. I brought him home, gave him a bath, and, honestly, I loved him immediately. I decided to name him Mulder after one of my favorite TV characters, Fox Mulder from X-Files. I knew from the beginning he was different from my other beardies because he would just stare me in the eyes and wouldn't look away as if he was saying "I love you." I learned over time that his favorite food is peas, so I bought him a pea pod plushie. He was so picky, as he refused to eat anything else, but he was my baby; he took naps with me, cuddled with me, and begged to be held.
Here he is the day I got him (he's in the trunk in his original tank):
Photos of Mulder After He Got Settled:
Unfortunately, around August 2022, I noticed a weird growth inside his mouth. His appetite began to decline and he started to dramatically lose weight. In September, I decided to take him to the vet because my attempts to heal this growth had failed. Long story short, I went to two different vets, and both prescribed the same injections and treatment. He went from 475 grams to 425 grams in just a few weeks, and I knew my baby wasn't going to make it.
After months and months of trying to save him, I just couldn't. The growth spread to his eye and began to eat away at his bone. So, on February 9, 2023, I knew it was time to free him of his suffering.
At this time, his eyes had grown dramatically in size, his teeth turned black, his gums were bleeding, and he was so, so skinny. I was so nervous, I nearly passed out two times from hyperventilation. I cried so hard because I love him. You see, he wasn't a lizard to me, he was my baby. After his passing, my vet told me she believed he had cancer. Which, though sad, gave me great relief knowing it wasn't my fault. I find peace knowing he is at peace and, now, probably living his best life.
Here he is the day he left Earth with his little pea pod:
I love you, Mulder.. you will always be my little pea
It was very touching to read how you took such great care of him and how close you felt to your scaly boy. You took great care of him and gave him the best life he could have possibly had up until the end. My heart goes out to you. ETA....loved the pictures, he was a handsome boy and had such character. 
