The story of Zagat

Zagat in his old cage (my favorite pic of him)

His favorite spot to sit

                Once upon a time (around when I turned fifteen), my friend got a ball python and Izzie got a rat. I decided it was time that I got an exotic pet myself. At first I got a Chinese water dragon, but he died the next day, so I took him back to the pet store that I got him from and they gave me another one for free. I kept that one for about two weeks but he stopped eating and eventually died too. After a bit of research we found out my water dragons kept dying because I couldn’t keep its cage humid enough. I went back to the store and told them what happened, and they gave me my money back.  My friends and I were walking though the store looking at the animals when we found a tank full of baby iguanas. I thought they were adorable and I wanted one, but I was scared to get one after my water dragons. After watching them run around and much poking and prodding by Bambi, I finally caved and decided to get one.  The one I chose was one that was running back and forth along the side of the tank chasing a cricket that was in the cage next to the one they were in. I decided to name him Zagat. I took him home, set up his stuff and watched him grow from a tiny thing that could wrap around your thumb into a three foot long beast. When he was about two years old he outgrew his cage, and my uncle Shane bought me a huge six foot tall terrarium for him.

Zagat on the couch in Vernal

                He began getting sick right before we moved from Vernal, and quickly went downhill before we could afford to get him to the vet. This morning I was informed by my brother that he had died at some point last night. He was five years old, and I miss him terribly. R.I.P Zagat.