My gecko, who has been mentioned in previous journal entries as one of two I received in a raffle, and later got sick. As of an hour ago, he is no longer moving and will not make it through the night. My sister began to bawl when she learned the news, and pitifully tried to deny it, even as she wept. My mother and I (my dad was away on a business trip) left her with Geico. After several minutes, I finally went up to her and she left him. I then gave my last remarks to Geico as I slowly packed him up in the very pet carrier he came in, perhaps a bit of poetic justice. I left the room, turning off the light as I went.
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