i thought he would be fine. he was fine when we fed him, but 2 hours later when i went outside, it was being trampled. i dont think it was from being walked on. he isnt usually too kind to people holding him, but he enjoyed it. thats when i should have known something was seriousely wrong; when he wanted to be held. i held im all night. i fed (or tried to rather) from my lap, and gave him water from a spoon. i was there for him every time he flipped over. i was so tired though, i had to go to bed. i bunched up a towel around him and put him in a box; so he couldnt flip over or run away (if he could). when i woke up this morning, he was on his side and freezing cold. it was them i realized why he was so cold; he was dead. it is sad. i wish he didnt die, but everything has a purpose; i suppose.