(crappy picture of Steve sitting on me)

My turtle died this morning. For those of you who didn't know, his name was Steve but that came much later and I always just called him Poochki anyway. He was the bestest turtle ever and I already miss him. He had the brightest, greenest eyes and when I'd put him down somewhere he'd turn his head and look at me as if he was making sure I wasn't leaving him there alone. My vet said that turtles cant be pets in the same way dogs and cats can. But that's not true. Last night Steve and I hung out and watched a movie together. He mostly just sat on my chest with my blanket over his head. He was a tiny turtle but... well just that.

I dont even have one decent picture of him. I was waiting till my dad sent me his camera to take some really good ones. He was too little to get a good close up of.

We wrapped him up in crisp white tissue paper and buried him in the backyard. I'm going to miss seeing him become a big turtle and buying him a bigger aquarium which i was planning to do anyway, when i got the money.