My friend, Musashi, from the message board I go to, had a bullfrog tadpole. And he matured into a full-grown frog. She loved him sooo much, and he was the only one of his siblings that stayed in the pond. When she stuck her finger into the water, he would swim up to the top to her finger to greet her.And she refilled his water day after day after day... Then, near the end of the summer, she stopped seeing him so she figured out he had jumped out and left. A couple of weeks later, her grandpa found him on her back deck, upside down and missing an arm and a leg... To make it worse, when Musashi went to go put him in a little box to give him a funeral...something had dragged him off. Musashi never got to say goodbye...
After hearing this story, I felt that Hagrid needed some kind of memorial. So, I dedicate this page to Hagrid the bullfrog. Rest in peace, Hagrid.