Iggie | Mary Cox

I sat on my bed staring at the
green iguana, whatching it, hoping to see some sign
any sign of movement,
but instead Iggie just stared right back at me,
barely blinking his eyes,
he seemed to be suffering,
but what else could I do,
he refused to eat, I gave him the Roman Lettuce that he loved
but he wouldn't touch it,
I couldn't take him to the vet, no it was too expensive
instead I just sat there and watched him whither away,
crying inside but showing no sign of emotion on my face.