Yah um pretty self-explanatory. My gecko died last night

And so here is a speech to remember her life I guess:

I wanted a gecko in the Christmas of 2017 so very terribly badly. I went over the top. I did more than ask for one I researched everything possible about a gecko

The reason I wanted a gecko was because of an experience I had in fifth grade. We had a class pet that was a gecko named Zed and the class just had the greatest time with him. We did so many strange and imaginative things. We made a boat out of cardboard named the S.S. Zed and had him travel imaginary seas while being chased by a dinosaur crew (once again, we were VERY imaginative.) We took care of Zed more than anything, the whole class loved him... But one day he died. He actually let out a gecko scream and out of nowhere died. And we had no clue what had happened. i will admit Zed never had the easiest life. He escaped once and then we found him caught on one of those sticky bug traps and he climbed into a hollow chair once after escaping a second time. So that's the story if Zed and that's what led me to want a gecko so badly

On Christmas day, my parents walked out with a gecko and I literally excitement squealed (very loudly) and I claimed that was the best Christmas ever. At first, I spent every second I could with this Gecko and eventually got to carry her. When I first tried to hold her she jumped everywhere, thus the name I gave her. Hopper. I did so much with this gecko. If there was ANYBODY in the house who was a good listener, it was her. Like I could talk to her at anytime and she wouldn't judge me, and it felt so comforting, even if she couldn't understand me. Even though she was often silence, I saw more behind her than just being a Gecko. She was like the one person I could speak to without thinking I'd be judged

Which was why it was so hard to say goodbye.. I'll miss her...

End of Speech