User blog:DiopsideDove/Until the End of Time (True, Sad Story)

I walked to my room and sighed. My lizard had been sick for days. My lizard, Baby, the sweetest lizard ever. I called to her tank, "Hello, Baby."

Not a peep.

This struck me as odd. I reached in and picked her up.

Nothing.

"Baby...? Baby? Baby!? BABY!?" Baby didn't move.

"MOM!!!" I screeched.

My mom came in and confirmed my fears.

Baby was dead.

My sweet lizard.

She didn't deserve any of this.

Later, after I buried her, I thought about her and looked at pictures.

I know one thing still.

She's my Baby still. I'll love her until the end of time.