So my 5 month old beardie Dusty passed away yesterday. I feel like a big idiot because it's kind of my fault 
She was in a smaller container I use for feeding sometimes (she liked being given attention so it was kind of a double bonus to get love and crickets). I have two cats, but they hadn't ever tried to attack any of my lizards before so I guess I just got too complacent. I left the room for about 5 minutes and when I came back they had knocked the container down and I couldn't find Dusty. I panicked and looked for about 15 minutes before finding her under the kitchen table hiding beneath the feet. She seemed scared but mostly OK at first. She had a bite on her tail but it wasn't serious. The first night she seemed to be doing OK, responsive and moving fine. The next day she seemed more lethargic but I'm used to being told I make too big of a deal out of things so I told myself she just needed to rest. That night she hadn't really moved and her nose started to bleed. I held her until she stopped breathing and was sure she was gone. She has a rock I painted and flowers on her grave next to my late leo (who had just been old and passed of natural causes). The only thing I can think is that she sustained internal injuries either from the fall off the desk or maybe the cats squished her. I've been beside myself with grief and guilt since and I just kind of wanted to have people who get loving lizards know about her. My family/friends are nice and all and are sorry that I'm sad, but they have this attitude of "it's just a lizard, not like a dog or anything" so they don't really get why it's so upsetting to me.
"Love of my life, gone forever
Love of my life, gone for good
Love of my life, gone forever
Get her back, good lord you know I wish I could"
She was in a smaller container I use for feeding sometimes (she liked being given attention so it was kind of a double bonus to get love and crickets). I have two cats, but they hadn't ever tried to attack any of my lizards before so I guess I just got too complacent. I left the room for about 5 minutes and when I came back they had knocked the container down and I couldn't find Dusty. I panicked and looked for about 15 minutes before finding her under the kitchen table hiding beneath the feet. She seemed scared but mostly OK at first. She had a bite on her tail but it wasn't serious. The first night she seemed to be doing OK, responsive and moving fine. The next day she seemed more lethargic but I'm used to being told I make too big of a deal out of things so I told myself she just needed to rest. That night she hadn't really moved and her nose started to bleed. I held her until she stopped breathing and was sure she was gone. She has a rock I painted and flowers on her grave next to my late leo (who had just been old and passed of natural causes). The only thing I can think is that she sustained internal injuries either from the fall off the desk or maybe the cats squished her. I've been beside myself with grief and guilt since and I just kind of wanted to have people who get loving lizards know about her. My family/friends are nice and all and are sorry that I'm sad, but they have this attitude of "it's just a lizard, not like a dog or anything" so they don't really get why it's so upsetting to me."Love of my life, gone forever
Love of my life, gone for good
Love of my life, gone forever
Get her back, good lord you know I wish I could"
