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Jack

Two months ago we added a new member to our little family - meet Jack:

Luke has been asking for a lizard for just about as long as he could talk. This summer, he saved and saved and finally had enough to buy a little leopard gecko. He named him Jack. One of the reasons we didn't want to get another animal was due to the hazards of younger siblings. Poor Jack lost his tail three days after we got him.
But, he survived and thrived. That is until PetCo ran out of small crickets. So, what did the ignorant mother do? bought him cheap meal worms. Jack LOVED the meal worms but his tummy did not. Two weeks ago Jack stopped eating and pooping - he had an impaction. We took him to the vet and there was nothing that could be done. We read everything we could find online about sick geckos. I spoon fed him homemade apple sauce, rubbed his belly with olive oil and gave him warm baths. One day when I picked him up to give him a bath, Jack had a seizure - awful sight:( The seizure left him paralyzed. I went neurotic - watched that creature day and night. Even prayed that by some miracle his legs would start working again and he would jump up and eat. He got worse. After 12 hours we decided to take him to the vet and have him put to sleep. It was a very sad day. Poor Luke cried and cried. This is our second attempt - remember Jake and John?

Fast forward 5 days. I couldn't help myself. Meet Michael and Jack the second:
I don't like lonely animals, so this time we got two - one for Luke and another for Tucker. Wish me luck!


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the family thorpe said…
Yes!! I am so happy to hear this is the how the story ends!!!! Mason will be so excited. He wouldn't stop talking about "Jacko" the Gecko as He and Tucker called him.
October 16, 2011 at 11:00 PM
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