Amazingly, my old deroplatys is still alive. For the past couple of months I have alternated between keeping her captive and letting her live free in the yard. I last took her in when the fires made the air so yucky. But now she is free again. As long as I can spot her in the bushes, I will offer her a fly on the end of a grass stem, and she will usually take it.
She is slowing down. Her eyes are starting to cloud over. She never had a chance to mate. But she still had a good long life.