A couple of days before we went on our vacation Patrick seemed to be lethargic. You might wonder how you can notice a snail being lethargic. Well, he wasn't snailing around or eating like previous days and his movements weren't as crisp as before. He still ate a bit and drank water and I hoped that he was just resting. Later during the day I realized that his movements and his breathing were starting to be even weaker, I kept on keeping him hydrated and just wished for the best.
In the evening Patrick left this world on a slice of cucumber.
I don't know why I felt such a connection with a snail, but Patrick really made an impact on me. As I mentioned on the other Patrick the Snail post, I had pet snails as a kid and they thrived. A part of me feels like I could have done something more to save him, something genius but my mind just was blank. The only information I found was that snails would die if their shell would be to damaged. I just had tremendous hope for my Patrick.
I don't know how I should end this post, I just wanted to give an update on Patrick.
Here you can see more pictures of Patrick and the beginning of the story.