R.I.P. Lunchbox

Lunchbox passed away yesterday.

Peacefully, in his sleep. I don’t know exactly what happened. Most likely, whatever was stunting his growth and giving him gout finally caught up to him.

I really thought that Lunchbox was doing much better this year. He did develop gout last summer, but his vet and I got it under control by restricting his diet to solely ReptoMin pellets, with the occasional snack of romaine lettuce. Best of all, Lunchbox was growing a bit faster (although still much slower than a normal rate), and he was finally doing better with deeper water. He was doing so well that I was planning to get him a great big tank this summer.

Lunchbox, it was a wonderful 10.5 years. I wish we could have had another 10.5. I miss your happy little face already. I hope you are swimming in a giant pond somewhere with rocks to sun on, a big old deck to run around on, nothing red in sight, and endless noms and sunlight.

Happy New Year!

Lunchbox and Kirby got homemade top hats to celebrate! Lunchbox predictably refused to wear his, but Kirby didn’t protest at all.

“I REFUSE TO WEAR ANYTHING ON MY HEAD, HUMAN. I AM HIDING FROM KIRBY BEHIND MY HAT.”
“Lunchbox, I got a fancy glass of water just for you!”

“Lunchbox ran away…I guess I’ll drink this fancy water myself–unless you’d care to join me?”

More photos of dapper Kirby! →