Baby Dragon

Norm and I got Baby Dragon, when was a couple weeks old. She was tiny and hyper. She was born on St. Patricks day, our lucky charm. We took great care of her, plenty of love. She would sleep me, refused to let go if I tried to put her back in her cage. Dragon would get excited when we would walk in the door. Loved when Norm fed her worms. She smiled when we spoke to her. Got excited when rock music was played. Tiffany my step daughter loved her too. Unfortunately she had metabolic bone disease. When we separated, I could tell she was affected. She slowly adjusted to life without Norm. The day I completely got my stuff out of the apartment. The divorce about to be finalized. Dragon died that night, she slept with me for our last night.