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I've been caring for a eft for several years that i found on the side of the road. Feeding him by hand and watching his strength and health progress. I made the little guy a 75G palidarium with an island and self sustaining population of tropical fish and little bugs/ worms. Such a mysterious little soul.

It broke my heart to find him dead when i got home from another 16 hour day. His lifeless body floating in the water with no explanation. He would crawl out of the moss and foliage during feeding time and i could lead him around with the food like a puppy. I fed him every day for years. Watched him in fascination for countless hours as i try to maintain what little sanity i have. I've lost my parents, most of my family. Like most of you i've lost all my close friends. Now there is this immeasurable loss. I'd strangle a hundred thousand nigger babys with my owns and never so much as get a lump in my throat. My dear issac was not supposed to die this way. He was supposed to be a good old newt, someone my kids would know for another 15+ years. His magic now is gone, my stewardship over. I will be haunted by this loss.