I have been fighting to cure my pastel male for 2 months now. I was borrowing a female to make more pastels, and I gave her my pastels bin, and had him in a foster tank. They didn't mate, so I popped the female, and two penises popped out. *sigh* I gave her/him now back to the owner, and put my pastel back into his home. He was eating just fine and then all of a sudden started getting a bad URI. I figured out that the heat pad I gave him for his foster tank was WAY too hot. I felt like such a failure. I have been caring for 7 balls for more than 3 years, and I was so stupid as to not check that temp! I stopped all of my breeding and brought the temps up, and ran the warm mist humidifier twice a day for two months. I opened his bin this morning and he was on his side with blood coming out of his mouth, but he was still alive. I knew I had to let him go. I put him in a pillow case, and said good bye to him. I put him in the freezer, closed the door, and right then I broke down. I am a 28 year old male who watches UFC and football religiously, and I cried like a 4 year old girl. I called my girlfriend and she comforted me, and said a prayer for him. I called my dad and he congratulated me on becoming a better human being for recognizing that he was in pain and helping him on his journey to our Lord. I have definitely learned something from this, and I will be purchasing a temp gun today. Thank you for allowing me to vent. *sob sob*
Matt Z.




