We found Elsa dead last night. I didn't write much about the lizards, as their lives were nowhere near as interesting as the parrots'; here are the last pictures I had taken of her.
She'd recently had a well-lizard exam and had been declared healthy, with the exception of some worms.
We have no idea how old she was as she was an adult when we got her. She'd had very poor treatment prior to coming to us. In a way, it's a relief as though I tried to do my best with her, she never seemed very happy. My vet assured me she was as happy as a captive lizard could be, but who knows.
Andreas is still going strong. I wonder if he can somehow sense that he's now our only lizard?