My snake Django passed away. He was only in his teens. He got me through some rough times. I don't expect people to get that because he was a snake and not a warm blooded loving lap companion but I am really sad. I think he's the reason why I survived the death of my past soul-mate cat. I specifically remember mourning her and watching him and feeling that feeling that nature works out of our grasp and is wondrous. He assuaged my anxiety and he helped me survive through that time and far beyond it.
He didn't love me in terms most people could understand but he did trust me to care for him. He loved exploring, was always curious and he was good-natured. He would've been a good pet for a child- just so good natured.
He was a snake. He wasn't cuddly but he was curious and a character in his own way and I miss him even though it hasn't been long. He lived a decent life but it does seem short and I feel guilty that he didn't last 30 years. He should've lived another 15 years or so.
He was a truly beautiful animal and now he's gone and we will never know why and that bothers me. We had so many years together. I remember bringing him home like it was yesterday. Now we have an empty cage and I can't bring myself to tell my family. He was a well-loved little soul.
He didn't love me in terms most people could understand but he did trust me to care for him. He loved exploring, was always curious and he was good-natured. He would've been a good pet for a child- just so good natured.
He was a snake. He wasn't cuddly but he was curious and a character in his own way and I miss him even though it hasn't been long. He lived a decent life but it does seem short and I feel guilty that he didn't last 30 years. He should've lived another 15 years or so.
He was a truly beautiful animal and now he's gone and we will never know why and that bothers me. We had so many years together. I remember bringing him home like it was yesterday. Now we have an empty cage and I can't bring myself to tell my family. He was a well-loved little soul.