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Kleo died last night. I believe because of her age. I made her last days as much comfortable as I could. She couldn't find water herself, so I had to help her. What can I say more?

I hope her days with me were happy for her. I'm sorry, Kleo, for mistakes I made. You were good, lovely snake; first snake in my life. I'll miss you.

Non omnis moriar - this journal is about you and dedicated to you. Requiescat in pace.