maryanne27
Avid Member
My dear, sweet Rorschach had to be put down today. He was a graceful chameleon, almost 3 years old, and his brother was Tate who belonged to jannb.
He kept developing lumps; some were removed, treated with antibiotics, but he just got worse. Even though he kept eating and drinking and looked alert, he barely moved and couldn't really use his back feet and tail lately. I took him to the vet and we both agreed this was no way to live. The decision was made.
I held him one last time, and Rory squeezed my finger a tiny bit with his one good hand, and we said goodbye to each other. He was my first chameleon, and I couldn't have asked for better.
Now his room is cold and dark, and my little green baby is gone.
He kept developing lumps; some were removed, treated with antibiotics, but he just got worse. Even though he kept eating and drinking and looked alert, he barely moved and couldn't really use his back feet and tail lately. I took him to the vet and we both agreed this was no way to live. The decision was made.
I held him one last time, and Rory squeezed my finger a tiny bit with his one good hand, and we said goodbye to each other. He was my first chameleon, and I couldn't have asked for better.
Now his room is cold and dark, and my little green baby is gone.