In October 1996, the first year I moved away from home to go to university a friend gave me a frog which he had rescued. He knew how much I adored frogs but I had never considered having one as my own.
Although a tiny little creature, Mr Froggy has shared so much with me, my ups and my downs... I would talk to him all the time, although I was usually ignored. Whenever we had a thunderstorm I would place the tank outside in the rain and I would hear him sing out. He loved the thunderstorms.
2 nights a go I went to feed him (I have 2 frogs) and noticed him struggling to move. He wanted that food but couldnt manage it. I watched him struggle from one end of the tank too the other. I knew he was dying, so I talked to him and hoped his passing was quick.
RIP Mr Froggy - you may only be small but you were so loved
Although a tiny little creature, Mr Froggy has shared so much with me, my ups and my downs... I would talk to him all the time, although I was usually ignored. Whenever we had a thunderstorm I would place the tank outside in the rain and I would hear him sing out. He loved the thunderstorms.
2 nights a go I went to feed him (I have 2 frogs) and noticed him struggling to move. He wanted that food but couldnt manage it. I watched him struggle from one end of the tank too the other. I knew he was dying, so I talked to him and hoped his passing was quick.