Wednesday afternoon (June 29th) I came home afternoon to find that Isis passed away. In case you haven't seen, I have a couple of videos of her here on this site of her an her Kong ball. From day one, I did what all care sheets advised not to do - I handled her. Nearly EVERY day. I don't really know why, but I did. She was timid, frightened maybe. The slightest form of movement or noise, she would hurry into her hides. Only ever coming out to eat or make 'boom boom'. It didn't take her long to get tolerant of my presence. Once she got to that point, both of our lives began to transform. This lizard was a major part of my life. A lot of time, effort and dedication was put in to caring for her. I was proud of what she became. She turned in to what many people aren't able to see in a reptile. There was a sense of trust. She was sociable, not just with me, but anyone. She was friendly, actually. She acted like a dog. Maybe I don't have her actions and reactions in the right perspective, but that's what I saw of her. Monday morning before I left for work, I noticed an odd white spot. I know now that it was lilely to be a lesion formed from cancer. It's tearing me up. I cry every day over losing her. But I know it's going to push me to be even better to my future reptiles. I'm having her cremated, with claw imprints done on clay. And I've got that little red Kong ball on my TV stand where I'll see it every day.