Time for a Turtle Tomb
We’ve had our Eastern Painted Turtle a long time. The Cave Geek found her as a hatchling, maybe the size of a quarter, when we were living near Cleveland, Ohio. Way back in another lifetime, and when the Geek was only about 10 years old.
In other words, she’s been part of the family for 20 years.
She was named for Michelangelo. No, not the famous Italian Renaissance painter, sculptor, architect, poet, and engineer Michelangelo. Well, only indirectly. Because she was named for… remember he was 10 years old! Mikey, one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
And since Mikey was named for Michelangelo, I guess indirectly, our turtle was too. But our Mikey was not a famous artist or a mutant turtle. She was more down to earth, an Eastern Painted Turtle.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been doing too well of late. She seemed to have trouble staying right side up for one thing. Then yesterday, I realized I hadn’t seen her move on her basking spot for quite some time. Upon closer inspection, I realized she had died.
So today I dug a turtle tomb, wrapped her in a little shroud of sorts, and buried her beneath a big walnut tree.
After I covered the grave with some rocks, I saw some dandelions blooming, so picked a few of those and put on her turtle tomb.
Losing a long time pet is sad, even if turtles aren’t the most cuddly critters in the world. Twenty years is a long time to have a pet. Her little corner of the living room is going to seem awfully empty.
Good-bye Mikey. I’ll miss you.