My tiniest, tiniest baby suddenly passed away tonight.
Wilhelmina was my baby B.Smithi tarantula, just nearing two years old. I raised her from a speck so small you could barely see her, to a beautiful young sling as big as my pinkie nail, just starting to get her stripes.
I loved her so much. She was my baby.
She was supposed to live thirty years. She was supposed to get as big as my hand, jet black with beautiful orange bands. She was going to be beautiful. I love her so damn much.
I don't know what to do. I can't breathe. I can't bury her. I just keep holding onto the pill bottle that has been her home her whole life. I'm so lost. I'm broken. I'm shattered.
I'm so sorry, my Mina. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Wilhelmina was my baby B.Smithi tarantula, just nearing two years old. I raised her from a speck so small you could barely see her, to a beautiful young sling as big as my pinkie nail, just starting to get her stripes.
I loved her so much. She was my baby.
She was supposed to live thirty years. She was supposed to get as big as my hand, jet black with beautiful orange bands. She was going to be beautiful. I love her so damn much.
I don't know what to do. I can't breathe. I can't bury her. I just keep holding onto the pill bottle that has been her home her whole life. I'm so lost. I'm broken. I'm shattered.
I'm so sorry, my Mina. I love you, I love you, I love you.