Okay, I can’t tell if this is real or not, but if it is (and I really hope it is even though I really doubt it), it is the greatest story of attempting to heal a broken heart by acquiring things. It also feels slightly poetic.
I can picture this person softly whispering goodnight to each of them. “Goodnight, Amanda turtle. Goodnight, Amanda gecko. Goodnight, Amanda python. Goodnight, Amanda bearded dragon,” clutching their pillow in the fetal position with the buzz of the heat lamps lulling them all to sleep.