Scar, one of the older larger Seahorses, died today. He had been progressively getting weaker and weaker over the last month, and stopped eating despite my attempts to coax him back.
He died quietly, peacefully, surrounded by his friends.
Still perched onto a piece of coral, his body remained, in death, standing tall.
But he is a trooper, and he's been trying to climb, walk, perch, all with this bandaged-up foot.
I hope he's going to be okay. He's doing well, according to the vet, but it's a long road to recovery.


It was warm in the Jungle that day.
