H7

This past weekend brought watery eyes and very unpleasant goodbyes. Friday night my best friend of 17 years died in my arms. His name was Hunter. Hunter was a Leopard Gecko that I got when I was 7 years old. From the moment I brought him home, I knew we were going to be friends for life. Growing up and moving a lot made it very difficult to make friends. I'd usually be labeled as the new weird kid at school. Whenever my heart would hurt and I'd be lonely, I knew Hunter would be at home to give me a lick on my finger and make me feel better. I cherish all of the memories we had together, especially making lego spaceships for him to chill in. But now I hope he will carry on the adventures in his sleep. I miss you big man.