Thanks to everyone who showed their support in this thread...

I tried so hard to keep her going...but in the end I think she just wasn't strong enough. I think I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that she wasn't going to make it. But I kept trying, just the same. I'd hoped I'd never know what it felt like to loose a frog...but I guess everyone does at some time or another.

I cried for a while, but I think I'll be alright now. It's going to be hard looking into that tank and not seeing her there...but I guess it's something I'll have to get used to.

Paul had stopped croaking but the day before yesterday I heard a few peeps out of him, so I think he's on the road to recovery. Last night (though I'm not sure he actually ate any) I saw him tracking crickets, so hopefully he's over this dreadful illness, whatever it is.

I buried her outside under my stairs, a friend helped me dig...

Thanks again to everyone, all my friends, and the newcomers who've shown their love.