Rest in Peace, Gnag the Nameless

[Gnag the nameless]

Rest in Peace, Gnag the Nameless.

After three months of battling an unknown condition, I'm sad to say that Gnag has passed on. The Vet and I suspected it was a neurological condition or (as a friend suggested) a brain tumor, because he kept having seizures and was acting spastic, so there was little we could do though we tried several treatments. He passed away in his cave, where he would always go to feel safe and comfortable. He was over five inches snout to vent, and at least three, if not five, years old.

Today, we gave him a perfect funeral. It was so perfect you'd think it was a movie or something. Myself, my sister, my mum, and my best friend went to the lake he was born in, Whonnock lake, and walked to the end of the dock that me and my friend had caught Gnag on as a froglet. Placing him on his boat in the water, a really nice, mahogany boat that fit him perfectly, I sent him off into the lake. It was cloudy, with small bursts of barely noticeable rain. Around us, mist covered the outskirts of the lake, and birds were chirping in this really beautiful, echoing manner through the silence. As Gnag began to drift off on his boat, tadpoles began swimming to the surface all around us, darting up for gulps of air then going back down. Then, on the other dock on the other side of the beach, these two people began singing (The only other people there.) As if in response, from the swamp behind us a bullfrog began calling. It was perfect. We left as Gnag began to drift into the lilypads, his boat slowly sinking. Truly, the funeral of a Warrior.

I raised him as if he were my own, from a young froglet, barely the size of an eraser, to a massive, beautiful behemoth of a frog that is nearly the size of my entire hand, and I will miss him dearly.