My lizard’s wife is dead.

At the height of their romance.

He’s an eastern water dragon, and he’s not actually “my” lizard and she wasn’t technically his “wife”, but that title sounded better than “My reptilian friend’s primary mating partner is dead”.

He lives on our deck and soaks in our bird bath and battles with his reflection in our glass doors. We call him Lizzie but various neighbours have given him more imaginative monikers such as Ron, Lucy and Stumpy (before his…