Our dear old plush boy, our 'old man', Naja Haji Masticophis, has died. He was unhappy last night, crying a lot, and at some point when we were all in bed, he stopped being able to walk or get up. He was lying on the cold kitchen floor this morning, head on the rim of the waterdish. After i took Monstrous to school, i just held him in my lap for a few hours, petting him and talking to him, until he stopped breathing.
Poor old plush. He was eighteen-going-on-nineteen and just...worn out. We buried him out in the country near his pal Desmodus.
Chango and Scratch seem a little weirded out. I think they miss him.
Rest in peace, Hajit-ma.
*i dunno if i'll respond to comments or not. i'm bummed. so if i don't...i do appreciate any that are left, very much...*
Poor old plush. He was eighteen-going-on-nineteen and just...worn out. We buried him out in the country near his pal Desmodus.
Chango and Scratch seem a little weirded out. I think they miss him.
Rest in peace, Hajit-ma.
*i dunno if i'll respond to comments or not. i'm bummed. so if i don't...i do appreciate any that are left, very much...*
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