I don't have too much to say, so this will be short. Does anybody remember my small strawberry? The one with the obnoxious shell that finally changed in to a great shell? I was confident that he would be just fine and molt and everything would be happily ever after. I found him last night. I left him in the tank because I knew that it just couldn't be true. He's still sitting there. I just keep thinking that there's no possible way... but I've finally realized that he's really gone and I need to take him out. This is an extremely hard loss for me, as I grew extremely attached to him while fighting to keep him alive. Smalls was such a little sweetie. He would always sit and stare at me... he was my little buddy, as funny as that may sound. It's like he knew that I wanted what was best for him, and that I did what I could for him. At least, I hope he did. I told my boyfriend about it last night. At first he said, "Awww..." I knew he didn't understand the magnitude of the situation, so I explained to him everything that I've been through with this particular crab. He then said, "Don't you have, like, fifty more?" I gave up on trying to get him to understand how I felt. I didn't have it in me to post last night, but I'm hoping that posting this today will help me cope with the loss a bit and hopefully move forward from it... I feel really silly saying these things... well, not on here, but to anybody else. They just don't get it. So, thanks for listening and understanding how I feel. I'm glad I can come here and make a tribute to my brave little Smalls, who lasted as long as he could. Sleep sweet, my little trooper.