Well, because he survived the night I assumed he would survive. Despite my best efforts, he did not make it beyond an additional 30 hours. His last moments: I massaged his tummy so he could relieve his bladder. Bottle-fed him a few drops of formula. Held him gently in my hands, stroking his still-closed eyes. His heartbeat grew ever fainter, and just...faded away...I'll keep his habitat and substrate in case another one falls out of a tree someday. Woulda called him Li'l Chiclet.
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