Goodbye Turtle. Hello…Turtle?
- By Tracy Ames
- Published April 15, 2010
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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You guys have heard me rant about the Noah’s Ark theme we have in the house. Greg’s latest acquisitions for BC include a kitten named “Cat”…a puppy named “BJ”…and a turtle named “Turtle”.
Eva cleared Turtle with Greg not me. When she, BC and Christopher (yes he’s still around) returned from PetSmart, I was determined to dislike this turtle. But I couldn’t he was so darn cute.
Everyone in the house loved him; he was sorta like a table-top mascot. But this little bugger had tricks up his shell. For three days straight, we’d awake to an empty bowl and screaming kid. Finally, I tied him to a rock until we purchased a proper tank.
BC carried him everywhere in the same way Paris Hilton carried Tinkerbelle. Turtle had a pimped out carrier and tank. BC loved Turtle and took very good care of him. I think his bond was based on the fact that Turtle was small and slow so he could watch over him without us having to step in like with the other animals. Turtle was all his.
Turtle died. We don’t know what happened. He was fine this morning but by this evening he was gone. BC flew into a fit! I’m talking about choking, beet red, shaking crying. We tried calming him but he wasn’t having it; he wanted Eva. Well, Eva and Christopher were headed back from Long Island but she talked to him over the phone.
All good, right? Wrong.
He started crying again. I ended up giving him a teaspoon of cough syrup to take the edge off. He passed out but woke up periodically, cried, and passed out again. And then there was light, Eva and Christopher made it home and took him to PetSmart. Upon return, BC had a new turtle and a twisted sense of death.
Eva told him sometimes turtles go back to the store for a little while and we have to pick them up when they’re ready to come home (hence the new turtle).
I don’t get it but it worked, that’s what mattered. Now, we’re all on turtle watch. *smh*
Welcome Home, Turtle?
Eva cleared Turtle with Greg not me. When she, BC and Christopher (yes he’s still around) returned from PetSmart, I was determined to dislike this turtle. But I couldn’t he was so darn cute.
Everyone in the house loved him; he was sorta like a table-top mascot. But this little bugger had tricks up his shell. For three days straight, we’d awake to an empty bowl and screaming kid. Finally, I tied him to a rock until we purchased a proper tank.
BC carried him everywhere in the same way Paris Hilton carried Tinkerbelle. Turtle had a pimped out carrier and tank. BC loved Turtle and took very good care of him. I think his bond was based on the fact that Turtle was small and slow so he could watch over him without us having to step in like with the other animals. Turtle was all his.
Turtle died. We don’t know what happened. He was fine this morning but by this evening he was gone. BC flew into a fit! I’m talking about choking, beet red, shaking crying. We tried calming him but he wasn’t having it; he wanted Eva. Well, Eva and Christopher were headed back from Long Island but she talked to him over the phone.
All good, right? Wrong.
He started crying again. I ended up giving him a teaspoon of cough syrup to take the edge off. He passed out but woke up periodically, cried, and passed out again. And then there was light, Eva and Christopher made it home and took him to PetSmart. Upon return, BC had a new turtle and a twisted sense of death.
Eva told him sometimes turtles go back to the store for a little while and we have to pick them up when they’re ready to come home (hence the new turtle).
I don’t get it but it worked, that’s what mattered. Now, we’re all on turtle watch. *smh*
Welcome Home, Turtle?
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8 Responses to "Goodbye Turtle. Hello…Turtle?" 
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 5:27:40 AM CDT
Tracy I know exactly what you are going through when it comes to pets and kids. The best part is that your daughter knew just what to do and all is well at the Ark.
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 11:35:07 AM CDT
LOL! Vicki, you're nuts. Yes, thank goodness Eva brought peace to the Ark. She and BC are extremely close...I was so happy to see her walk through the door!
I've never seen him cry like this (he rarely cries for no reason). Imagine a parent dying...that's was the depth of his grief and mourning. Hell, I started crying. |
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 10:36:38 AM CDT
You had to add a picture. Now I want a turtle.
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 11:25:32 AM CDT
I know what you mean. I wasn't looking forward to another animal in the house but he was so cute.
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 6:42:37 PM CDT
What a wonderfully cute story. I have three year old niece, Olivia and a few months ago one my brother's dogs died, Delilah, a boxer, Olivia had lived with that dog since she was born, I swear I think she thought that dog was her sister. The dog would go outside in their backyard and put her tongue to the glass sliding door and Olivia would do the same thing inside. Well, after Delilah died after a long and painful bout with cancer (they had to put her down) they had to come up with something to tell Olivia or she was going to have a fit. They told her that Delilah had gone back to Texas to be with Granddaddy, my Dad, who died when I was 9 is buried in Texas. So, we're now all to adhere to the story when she tells us that Delilah is in Texas with Granddaddy.
Love the turtle pic. Sometimes I'm glad I don't have kids. |
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 8:11:40 PM CDT
I really wish these kids would ask for a turtle or a fish...each of them has two that's right 2 dogs and it can get noisy when they are together. But the ring leader of the gang is my poodle Trouble (trust me he has earned that name), he seems to thinks he is the only dog that can be downstairs, each time he sees or hears one of them he chases them up these damn stairs. Sometimes it is quieter in a pound than this house, I tried so hard to get as least one of them to get a turtle or fish but nooooo they wanted a dog.
I blame that over priced therapist for my daughters that said this would help them so in my desire to help them I said okay to them getting two dogs. But once I did this then my son just NEEDED another dog too, I can't even threaten to get rid of them because they do take good care of them, crap, this is one of my reason for allowing them to get two. |
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 8:15:02 PM CDT
Hey I need a grown azz woman topic for this tomorrow.
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said this on 15 Apr 2010 8:16:51 PM CDT
oops I meant for tomorrow night.
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