The end of this blog
Ollie passed away this morning, April 1, sometime between midnight and 7 a.m. He had just seen the doctor Thursday afternoon and seemed to be on the rebound. But Saturday morning was found to be in a sleeping position and could not be woken up. He seemed to have gone peacefully.
Ollie was adopted in Murrieta, Nevada, the first of his clutch and only a few days old. From the moment he was adopted, he showed a unique personality. Usually sleeping the first few months and then feverishly chasing after crickets soon after. He was only year and seven months.
I know Ollie was only a lizard but he brought a lot of happiness to my life. Ollie also gave me a respect for all life: tiny or large, furry or with scales. The most suprising thing were the responses on this blog in regards to Ollie. I'll miss him for a very long time. He'll be buried in the desert in East San Diego where the other lizards roam free.
Good bye, lil' Ollie.
Ollie's birthday slide show
Ollie was buried on a bright Sunday morning in the quiet desert between San Diego and El Centro. On a rock covering his grave is a stoned shellacked with his first newspaper clipping from the North Park News.