So I put down one of my rescued snakes this morning, a luecistic Texas Ratsnake, all white with pale blue eyes and a fiesty but sweet temperment. It was so depressing and bittersweet. She had a huge tumor in the vicinity of her liver. Her name was Ripley (yes from Aliens) because one day I came home from vacation and she'd laid eggs in her water dish. Until that day, I thought she was a boy and very young. She must have been older than I thought, or maybe her genetics sucked, but I got her full grown and assumed she was a younger snake and kept her for 4-5 years I think. She was always hungry and got pretty fat at one point, and almost always buzzed her tail like a rattlesnake if she thought you were getting too close. Man, she was so funny. When she had some skin issues, I had to medicate her and despite all her fighting and lunging, the little brat never bit me, it was all bluff and puff with her. At one point I thought of getting her a boyfriend so she could have cute little ones but I'm kind of glad I didn't. As much as I would love to have one of her fiesty little babies to remember her by, I suspect she may have been improperly begat and even if she wasn't I'd worry that her babies would have some kind of cancer gene waiting to strike. She was so mellow and probably not feeling too hot, so things went as well as they could have. I think she was gone before I even put her back under her hide to rest, and she just sat in my lap for a good while after the Dr. left. I wish I could have done better, but it went as nicely as these things can go, I just wish we could have had a few more years together. My sweet brat... :C

The vet was so nice, I used to work at that veterinary office and had helped people put down animals. It's hardly any easier to help someone put down their own pet than it is to put your own to sleep. I'm so glad I got to know my Ripley brat and I miss her a ton already. I'd been thinking of re-homing a few of my rescue kids since I've been working my ass off full time at a hospital. It's such a bummer to not be able to let her go to a devoted place and I feel like an asshole for not given more time to them lately. Thankfully, I am making enough extra at work that I'm saving up both for Transgender stuff and some new snake cages to keep them all in better spaces. I wish I could just fucking communicate with them on a human level just once so they would know how much I want to keep them safe and happy. Having human babies is a lot of work, but at least most parents get the chance to one day apologize for being a fuck up or not being perfect.

Going to work on finishing Mickey the bat suit and drink a little in my white lady's memory. Watch some dippy MLP or something cheerful for company ^^ Just try to take them time to appreciate your living friends, plant or animal. The main reason I believe in stuff like heaven or afterlife is I'd really like to say a few things to everyone I've lost. After that, I'm kind of okay with oblivion or whatever. Also, if I haven't talked with you in a while, feel free to drop me a comment or note and hope everyone is doing well. Enjoy life as much as you can, don;t sweat the small shit ya'll!


Be excellent to one another, please...


~Aazh