Diablo was a simple corn snake that I got back in middle school. He was 20 years old this year. About 6 months ago I noticed a large mass on him and got an appointment. The vet drained the swelling but found an unidentified mass. Diablo slowly deteriorated after this.
He couldn’t eat full sized mice, but was instead fed fuzzies. Last week he refused to eat and seemed extra lethargic. To be honest I should have made the call to the vet the next day but I held out hope, selfishly.
On Tuesday I came downstairs to work and saw his state. I thought he had passed over night. He hadn’t. I sat with him until I saw no more breaths. Unfortunately he kept coming and going so I called the vet the moment they opened and immediately got him in. He is now buried under a new maple tree up front.
I found a 9 month old rescue ball python on Craigslist that I am tempted to get now. I’ve always wanted a pied ball but I think a rescue would be a lot cooler at the moment. Maybe get a pied in the short future. In the meantime I’ll just remember my old buddy!
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