Our household iguana died on Friday, and I'm still feeling shocked and sad. He had escaped his cage, something he'd done before, but then knocked out a screen and escaped the house. He must have made a beeline for the biggest tree he could see...that's what iguanas do. Unfortunately, the biggest tree in our yard is a utility pole, and he electrocuted himself. I was out looking for him by that time, and heard the bang of the fuse blowing and saw him flung off the pole.
He knocked out electricity for three blocks for three hours. Went with a bang, as they say.
He had always been an adventurous iguana. He'd roamed the world by himself as a yearling; I got him from a rescue organization where they figured he'd been on his own for some months. He was kind of wild his first year with us, but after that he settled down, allowed himself to be carried, and loved his outdoor cage. He had a good life. And died doing what he loved to do most; looking for sun in all the high places.
I'm gonna miss him.
6 comments:
Aww! I'm so sorry!
I'm sorry to hear it, Christine. It's hard to lose an animal, especially one with adventure in his heart.
Oh, that's sad. I'm sorry.
What a way to go. I'm sorry for your loss.
Oh the tragedy of a reptile brain! At least he died very loved, and very warm!
How sad. I'm sorry for your loss.
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