I try not to get personal here, but this goes out to my bearded dragon, Spibbles Queenie who passed away today.
The first time I thought you died, I cried for an hour straight before Katie told me she saw you breathing. Two years later and it isn't any different, I've cried and cried, but Katie isn't going to come in and suddenly tell me she sees you breathing again.
You were the first pet that was really mine and only mine. You were my lizard baby. I loved you at first sight (I don't care what the sceptics say.)
I think the worst thing about grieving a pet is there's nothing to talk through. All you can do is cry, so that's what I'm going to do. I'll try not to mope for too long, but knowing me it'll come and go in waves.
I am going to miss you so, so much, babygirl. I know you hated all of the cats (despite your soft spot for Sparticus), but I'm sure they'll miss you too.
And finally, I'm sorry twelve-year-old me got a pet she couldn't take care of properly. I know you've had a good last year, but you were always affected by my past ignorance. I know it's ridiculous, but it still feels like my fault. I'm sorry you had to go in sickness rather than old age.
I love you so much, babygirl.
