I would get another Western Australian Blue-Tongued Skink. He was so sweet and cuddly (okay, so he would climb inside my shirt to get warm, I know that, but I prefer 'cuddly' ). He rode around on my shoulder, basked in the sun in the backyard with me, LOVED to hid in my hoodie and poke his head out at just the right time to scare the crap out whoever I was talking to (I sometimes took him with me on errands), and when he was feeling especially naughty, would stick his blue tongue out. (on one or two occasions, I thought I was going to have to call 911)

The best part about having him as my friend was all the times we would gaze into each others eyes and it was like staring back in time through a million years of evolution, into the peace of a perfect soul, and the essence of our universe. *chills*

I miss you, Emmett. I know you miss me, too.