A couple of weeks ago, William’s skink stopped eating. Then she began basking more than usual. Eventually, she was basking almost all day. She stopped hiding when someone would get close to her, which she had always done in the past. Nothing had changed in her environment. Her food was the same as it had always been, so we weren’t sure what to think. Until about two days ago. She began to pale. The bright blueness of her tail began to fade, and while we tried tempting her with new bugs, nothing worked.
While I was trying to think if there was anything we could do for her, I was reminded of a time in the old house when the kids had let her out of her cage. We searched frantically for her, but she was not to be found. Remington was so excited that we began to think perhaps the cat had eaten the skink. Luckily, that was not the case. We found Slithers hanging out under the couch as though nothing had happened. Thankfully, they never “lost” her again.
We kept a watchful eye on Slithers, and while she became more lethargic, she was still breathing, so we did our best to make her happy. And then she was gone. William dug her a little grave under a tree beside the house. He covered her with all of her bark and topped it with her basing rock. We don’t know how old she was when William brought her home from his Auntie’s house, but we enjoyed her for a little over two years. Rest in Peace, dear Slithers, we truly enjoyed having you as a part of our family.