I know, it's
horrible, but I don't remember her name. Since this happened when I was 8, I
only remember certain things, like she was very cute, big and restless. She was
my first turtle, and she managed to stay with us for like two years. At that
moment, in the house were living my mother, my father, my sister, my two dogs,
the turtle and I.
But one day, when I came back
from the school, the tragedy happened. My mother was acting very strange, so I asked
her what the hell was happening, and then, she told me the horrible thing that happened
minutes ago: my dog, Almendra, killed the turtle in an attempt to eat her.
So, this post is for her... I'm so sorry, Nameless Turtle. Hope you are in the paradise of pets. You deserve it.