I have been wanting to get this off my chest for a while, but there are few people I know that have felt the pain of a passed reptile.

A few years ago, when I first began my collection (obsession) of snakes I had been dating a person who seemed to share this passion.
I had just acquired my very first ball python Achilles and was in love. (Although, I have always fancied him quite a bit more than he fancies me, which is fine because he found a BFF in my now partner. So they hang out and I watch like a jealous ex lover.)
Anyway, my ex boyfriend had acquired two snakes shortly after I did, one of which being the SWEETEST snake I have met in my life, a Costa Rican red tail named Pandora. The other was a jungle carpet python, that was kind of cranky all the time.
If I have ever bonded with a snake it was Pandora...
Making this a Campbell soup version of this story is hard, but needless to say my ex and I split, I begged to keep the red tail, but it was his snake.
Over the course of a few months he had finally offered me the snake, but I was not in a position to house it, I asked for some time.
he went out of town for a few months...
and left his snakes with no one to care for them.
they both died.
and I really cannot get over that I didn't have the opportunity to save her, I feel so guilty. Had I known he was going out of town I would have housed her in anything.
I get sick everytime I think about it.