It was great sadness and regret that I must report that Newt died during the night.
I buried him under the new arborvitae I'd recently planted out front.
I can't stand looking at the tank, so I disassembled it and threw the smaller pieces in the kitchen trash. I put the stones under the new arbor out back and the tank in the garage for the trash.
Rest in peace, little buddy!
That's really a bummer, man, but we should be grateful for how long he lived. I think you said it best in '04 with "Owed to a Newt":
ReplyDeleteMinute is so little,
Minute is so small...
I think I love my Newt
the very best of all!
RIP, little dude.
I am so sorry for your loss. But he did outlive his expectancy so he must've had a happy healthy good life.
ReplyDeleteYou will be missed, Edgar! RIP.
ReplyDeleteIt is truly an end of an era. Rest in peace, mate.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite Newt story is, when he was younger and (I surmise) he could see better, whenever I was near the tank, he would walk up to the glass. If I placed my finger on the glass, he would walk over and place his foot on the glass by my finger. It was like we were giving each other a high-five (or maybe low-five) to each other through the glass.
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