My beloved blue crayfish died a few days ago after escaping from his tank. I found him alive behind my shelf and returned him to a shallow container for him to get his gills used to water again, but perhaps he was too traumatized by the whole experience. After I returned him to his main tank several hours later, he got agitated and eventually died.
I haven't loved a pet so much in a long time. When he died, a little piece of me died with him.
I've buried him in a small container in my garden. I'll miss him a lot.
