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I had a pet turtle, her name was Tronkin (which was short for Treetrunks, Tronquitos in spanish). My son and I gave it that name after a mutual agreement.
She was a very naughty turtle. She arrived at our house as a gift from a friend, she brought Tronkin for my son. It was barely a week old and already totally independent.
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She could eat leaves and drink water on her own. My son always took care of her, he took her for walks in the garden, because she was very small and we couldn't keep her out there all the time. She arrived on a shoebox, where she spend her first weeks growing. She always made sounds in the box every morning, as if saying "Hey, it's morning, let me out of here!" I always took her out of the box and put her on our porch. Everything is closed but there is a lot of fresh air.
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Once she had outgrown her shoebox she would live on the porch. Because I was afraid of the street cats at night I prefered to have her inside, but it turns out that the cats didn't even notice her.
Every month it was special to be with her. I took many photos of her, with her. It's the only thing I have left of her... On many occasions while taking photos of my plants, she and my cat accompanied me. She went on his long walks looking for leaves or whatever else it is she found in the garden.
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Sometimes she would elude us and walk inside, she would end up under my son's computer, I always left her there. She would fall asleep in whatever hole she found, my son would take it out while she was still sleeping and put her outside.
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But she would also escape from the porch and into the garden... where she would spend three or five days without showing up, until one day that is; She was only 5 months old and ran away into the garden, I looked for her but I couldn't find her. I waited many days until I finally lost hope.
It hurts me a lot to not know what happened to her... Did she go out into the streets? Did a cat hurt her? Or another animal that hurt her? I don't know! I cry inside whenever I think about her. My restless turtle got away and I have no idea what happened to her. It's sad... it's a very thing sad for us.
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Oh no... I remember her!! She ran away? That is so sad. She is so cute. Hopefully she will come back one day.