Well, I'm very grateful for your support, but unfortunately little Twiggy didn't make it. I was to do the liquid feeding thing yesterday and found him dead. I think he'd died already a day before that, because he was in the exact same position still. I was surprised and chocked, because I'd been so hopeful... I had even given him a name, thinking he'd be fine. The vet was surprised, too, and thought that it might have been the stress of the force feeding that finally knocked him out. I can only hope I didn't cause him too much suffering in his short life and comfort myself by trying to think that I did everything I could. Maybe he just wasn't supposed to survive.

I gave him a beautiful grave by the sea and put a heavy rock on top. I dug the grave in the middle of the night, it was raining and the forest paths were flooded and I ruined my shoes for him. I'm so sorry for the poor little snake. :cry: I hope he's in snake heaven now, playing happily with his sister who died a few weeks ago. I still feel like crying when I think about it.