My first collared lizard, Puck, died today. He'd been wasting away with some kind of disease for the last several weeks. I'd been taking him to the vet and we tried anti-parasite medicine, antibiotics, and force-feeding him easy-to-digest food and fluids. I think our efforts probably bought him an extra week or two, but didn't fix whatever was wrong. Actually it's kind of a good thing in a way, because for the last week he looked really miserable all the time, like he was in a lot of pain.
His companion Alexandra is still healthy as ever, but she'll be lonely now.



