this hurt my heart. 


In memory of Petals.
She was my best friend and tied for my favorite tortoise. We went shopping together, and I took her on walks, and while I painted her nails she would sing to me. Her sister tortoise was Mocha, a year older and much stronger, but she was always there for Petals.
Petals was such a strong girl, through all the shots and X-Rays, but she was never 100% well. Even when we tried to separate the sisters with a wooden wall in their tank, Mocha dug under the wall and sat next to her sister until she got well.

When I came back from camp that summer my parents told me she was gone, and I cried for a whole day. I had never been so close to something that had just disappeared from my life.
I made her a beautiful shoebox with sparkly pink ribbon – her favorite – and put her lifeless shell inside. 
Petals was so frail, her happy green eyes were permanently shut, her shiny scales were dull and thin, and her head drooped down. That was the worst. Her head was the first thing that popped out and greeted me every morning of my childhood.
I sat with her at her burial spot in my backyard and planted flowers. Her sister Mocha helped.
With Petals gone, Mocha was sad for a while, but Petals’ spirit was still inside of her. She smiled everyday, and ate out of both bowls of food so that Petals’ leaves wouldn’t go to waste.
To this day Mocha has grown into a big, strong girl, wand with Petals watching over, I know she’ll find a great home with a lovely family when I go away to college next year.