Poor Mr. Snake
Poor Mr. Snake, our little buddy, died yesterday. He was a rough green tree snake. I got him for my son when he was just a little guy, in grade school. Now he is going on nineteen years old. I'm not sure how old Mr. Snake was, but getting up there for a little snake, I'm sure. We think he just died of old age. He was a sweet little guy, we'll miss him. It's strange, after more than ten years, not to have him around.
"We give dogs the time we can spare, the space we can spare and the love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made" - M. Facklam
"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."- P.S. Beagle
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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