Franklin, you were under so much stress from your first residence, there were dead crabs everywhere, the stench was horrible, no food and only tap water. I loved you as best I could. I'm sorry I accidentally dug you up when I was doing the deep clean. I didn't know you were under there still... I thought you were under the hidey. I'm so sorry. I tried to get you to go back under, I tried my hardest to make you comfortable. I feel so responsible for your death. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I miss you so much. The tank isn't the same without you. Eleanor is heartbroken. How could I have let this happen? I'm sorry Franklin, and I hope you're having a good time up there in hermit heaven. Rest in peace, Franklin. You are gone but never forgotten.