Petco
June 10, 2011
At 5:15 a.m.this morning, we experienced the death of a dream. Skitters puffed his last breath, sloughed off a little more skin, and closed his eyes. There will be no more skittering by this little guy. Around bedtime (of course), Ben noticed Skitters seemed still. His breathing was slow and the little guy wouldn't, you know, skitter.
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