Well, my friend Melinko tells me that I need to update. I've been avoiding it all year, so I guess I'm due...
Well, the top story is a sad one: Jinx the iguana has passed on. As it turns out, he had contracted a massive chest infection during last month's ice-storm-induced blackout, a fact which I didn't realize until it was too late. I had noticed that he was more lethargic than usual and his appetite was waning. He even had a case of the sniffles, but none of this was terribly unusual for him this time of year.
See, Jinx was never what I'd have called a "healthy" iguana. I'll always remember the undersized, underweight, sick and scared little grayish iguana I adopted from a guy on Hilton Head Island. He was already missing two toes and half a tail and was suffering from a debilitating vitamin deficiency--the veterinarian said it was very fortunate I had adopted him when I did, since it was highly unlikely he would've survived another month in his current state.
But I did all I could from that day forward to nurse him back to health, and he seemed to really appreciate my efforts. In the six and a half years that followed, he grew to be the calmest, most personable, and most affectionate iguana I (or anyone else who dealt with him) had ever known. He was also the one constant in my life: through all the changes in lattitudes and attitudes I've been through since then, through all the backstabbings and betrayals I've endured, there was always Jinx. My one buddy who'd stick with me no matter what. I loved that lizard, and as far as I knew, he loved me too.
So obviously, his health was of utmost concern to me: as soon as I realized his health had taken a dramatic turn for the worse, I took him straight to the veterinarian. The good doctor let me know how serious his condition was and that he likely wouldn't survive, but I wouldn't let him go without a fight. We ran an IV, gave him antibiotics, and hoped for the best....
...but there are some things that even love can't overcome. I brought him home, sat with him in front of the space heater to keep him warm, and waited. And watched. And when I saw him start to close his eyes later that afternoon, all I could do was tell him, "Go to sleep, buddy. You'll feel better."
Well, at least I got to complete the circle, so to speak. I got him on Hilton Head, so I just felt it somehow appropriate to take him back to Hilton Head. He's buried near Coligny Beach, so if you find yourselves in the neighbourhood, show some respect, okay? My best friend is there.
So what's the GiddyIguana without his iguana? I'm still trying to figure that one out myself. But, somehow, I don't think "giddy" enters the equation.
Jinx Geddings, 1997(?)-2005
You will be missed.
Well, the top story is a sad one: Jinx the iguana has passed on. As it turns out, he had contracted a massive chest infection during last month's ice-storm-induced blackout, a fact which I didn't realize until it was too late. I had noticed that he was more lethargic than usual and his appetite was waning. He even had a case of the sniffles, but none of this was terribly unusual for him this time of year.
See, Jinx was never what I'd have called a "healthy" iguana. I'll always remember the undersized, underweight, sick and scared little grayish iguana I adopted from a guy on Hilton Head Island. He was already missing two toes and half a tail and was suffering from a debilitating vitamin deficiency--the veterinarian said it was very fortunate I had adopted him when I did, since it was highly unlikely he would've survived another month in his current state.
But I did all I could from that day forward to nurse him back to health, and he seemed to really appreciate my efforts. In the six and a half years that followed, he grew to be the calmest, most personable, and most affectionate iguana I (or anyone else who dealt with him) had ever known. He was also the one constant in my life: through all the changes in lattitudes and attitudes I've been through since then, through all the backstabbings and betrayals I've endured, there was always Jinx. My one buddy who'd stick with me no matter what. I loved that lizard, and as far as I knew, he loved me too.
So obviously, his health was of utmost concern to me: as soon as I realized his health had taken a dramatic turn for the worse, I took him straight to the veterinarian. The good doctor let me know how serious his condition was and that he likely wouldn't survive, but I wouldn't let him go without a fight. We ran an IV, gave him antibiotics, and hoped for the best....
...but there are some things that even love can't overcome. I brought him home, sat with him in front of the space heater to keep him warm, and waited. And watched. And when I saw him start to close his eyes later that afternoon, all I could do was tell him, "Go to sleep, buddy. You'll feel better."
Well, at least I got to complete the circle, so to speak. I got him on Hilton Head, so I just felt it somehow appropriate to take him back to Hilton Head. He's buried near Coligny Beach, so if you find yourselves in the neighbourhood, show some respect, okay? My best friend is there.
So what's the GiddyIguana without his iguana? I'm still trying to figure that one out myself. But, somehow, I don't think "giddy" enters the equation.
Jinx Geddings, 1997(?)-2005
You will be missed.
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Hahaha, Ilso. I'm feeling better, thanks
I envy your proximity to peaches. Too hot to grow them down here. . . .