sick day
killing or dying?
The death of the baby turtle has brought up memories of pet losses in my life. I've had several of them. I haven't and a non-furry pet since i was a kid. When I was a little girl I found a little turtle in the grass in front of the barn.
He was a cute fellow. I could not resist bringing him into my house to live with me. He was shy and scared to come out of his shell. One day he came out of his shell and stayed out and stayed out. In fact he didn't move at all. I got excited and showed my Mom. She said "robin, i think he's dead" but I said "no, he's just sleeping." That went on for three days or so until finally i had to admit to myself that the little turtle was dead. I must have known it all along it was just hard to admit because of the guilt. If I'd left the turtle in his natural environment perhaps he wouldn't have died so quickly.
I also raised tadpoles in a fish bowl once. That was fun to watch. the only problem was that once they became little frogs they jumped out of the fish bowl and I lost them. I remember months later when I was cleaning my room we moved my dresser and I came across a tiny frog skeleton. It was sad and beautiful at the same time.
I also accidental smothered a caterpillar in my palm when I was a very small tyke.
That broke my little heart. I've always been fascinated with these creatures that go through such drastic transformations in their lives. At least the little frog got to transform before it died in my bedroom.
note to myself- look at putting the Kiah footage together with her on the TV screen and rocking horse vrs. real one. Then log her recent commentary on The Princess Bride.
The death of the baby turtle has brought up memories of pet losses in my life. I've had several of them. I haven't and a non-furry pet since i was a kid. When I was a little girl I found a little turtle in the grass in front of the barn.
He was a cute fellow. I could not resist bringing him into my house to live with me. He was shy and scared to come out of his shell. One day he came out of his shell and stayed out and stayed out. In fact he didn't move at all. I got excited and showed my Mom. She said "robin, i think he's dead" but I said "no, he's just sleeping." That went on for three days or so until finally i had to admit to myself that the little turtle was dead. I must have known it all along it was just hard to admit because of the guilt. If I'd left the turtle in his natural environment perhaps he wouldn't have died so quickly.
I also raised tadpoles in a fish bowl once. That was fun to watch. the only problem was that once they became little frogs they jumped out of the fish bowl and I lost them. I remember months later when I was cleaning my room we moved my dresser and I came across a tiny frog skeleton. It was sad and beautiful at the same time.
I also accidental smothered a caterpillar in my palm when I was a very small tyke.
That broke my little heart. I've always been fascinated with these creatures that go through such drastic transformations in their lives. At least the little frog got to transform before it died in my bedroom.note to myself- look at putting the Kiah footage together with her on the TV screen and rocking horse vrs. real one. Then log her recent commentary on The Princess Bride.