At this point, I can't imagine how I'll feel when Max passes.
Some people I know (some...not most) don't understand my attachment to an animal I cannot love up on, cuddle with, etc, like you would a cat or a dog. But what they don't understand is all of the hard work and patience that goes into these chameleons. Gaining trust, that feeling you get when you first get a chameleon to hand feed, having a chameleon willingly walk over to stand on your hand. They require such a constant care -- it is a daily occurrence!
I can honestly say, if there's anything I do EVERY single day, it is tend to my chameleon.
It is love. I love my chameleon as much as I'd love a dog.