The story of Jake and I goes back several years, to around 1995.-96. I was running a reptile rescue and rehabilitation organization out of my home (first a dorm room, then once I got kicked out, an apartment) At one point, I had 14 snakes, 7 lizards, and 4 frogs (and a vet bill that rivalled my semester tuition). I have always been concerned about animals sold as pets to unsuspecting and uninformed buyers who are more concerned with the "cool" factor of owning a reptile than the effort and care it takes to raise such an animal properly. I have some horror stories to tell about the neglect and abuse snakes have suffered before their owners, neighbors, or girlfriends brought them to me. I've been in tears at the vet when told that a 3month old burmese python that hadn't been fed since hatching "to keep it small" had to be put down because of the neurological damage caused by malnutrition. One of my saddest rescue cases was Leia, who was a 6' burmese python being kept in a 10 gallon aquarium (she touched all 4 sides of the enclosure), who had rubbed half of her face to the bone in repeated attempts to escape.
It was during these years that I met Jake for the first time. I was one of the few "reptile-sitters" in town, and I often cared for animals while their owners were out of town for extended periods of time. I kept and cared for Jake for almost 2 years while his owner was "getting back on his feet". When he was employed and moving to Houston, he came to pick up Jake and I was sad, but fairly confident that he was going back to a good home that cared for him.
2 months ago, however, I got a call. The owner was looking for someone to take Jake, because he can't care for him anymore. I didn't hesitate, and I said "I'll take him!" I knew this would cause problems for my hubby, who had already made his wishes regarding snakes abundantly clear. But when I heard the shape Jake was in, I couldn't help it. After very much coaxing, bribing, and pouting, Mike agreed that we could keep Jake "until he was better and could find a home".
Jake arrived today, delivered to my office by the former owners. In a soiled and smelly pillowcase, I couldn't help but gasp as I pulled him free. All these years later, he should be 4-5 feet long and close to 10-15 pounds. He's smaller than he was 8 years ago, he's maybe 3 feet long and weighs maybe a pound or two. He's too weak to shed all of his skin, so he has half-shed skin hanging off of him. The enclosure is well cleaned, has all the necessary lights and heaters, and adequate space and water. He is so malnourished that I worry about his ability to eat on his own or shed. His spine is clearly visible and the vertical wrinkles on his skin are the snake equivalent to a human's ribs and sternum showing. He's the same snake, but he looks frail and old, when he should be in his prime. I'm heartbroken.
Jake and I have a long road ahead of us. I'm not sure how to feel about his owner because at least he did finally admit that he wasn't able to care for him and brought him back to me. He tells me that Jake hasn't been handled in a few years, and that the cats they had tried to get in his cage and eat him. The once docile and plump snake I remember now looks pale and skittish. He hasn't struck at me, but I suspect it's only because he's too weak to.
I was going to come home and take some digital pics of him to show with you guys, but he's in such bad shape I don't want to share. I will, however, keep you posted on his condition and temperment, and post pictures as soon as he gains some weight and gets rid of this unhealthy skin. He was once one of the prettiest snakes I had ever cared for, and with some TLC I believe he will be again.
I post this information with an important message to everyone: if you have a pet you can no longer care for, please be honest and admit it, and get the animal to someone who can give it a good and loving home. All creatures under the sun deserve a home with basic necessities and loving care, even if they aren't classic fluffy pets.