The green anaconda my husband and I were given five months ago passed away last night. We tried our best to get him to eat (we even gave him mushed-up chicken in a syringe so he could get nutrients) but he just kept getting worse. The vet refused to see him because he was wild caught and now he's dead.
Monty was a great snake who loved to curl up on your stomach and was content to stay there for as long as you'd let him. He never showed aggression and will forever be one of my favorite snakes. I will miss him.

