My beloved turtle, Penny, died two weeks ago. She was at the vet's office, getting treated for what they suspected was dehydration and an infection, but it turns out that her kidneys were failing. The vet thinks it might have been a congenital condition, since she was never very healthy.
Today I received a package in the mail from my vet. It had a card and a pressing of Penny's footprints in clay. Which is heartbreaking to look at. Just when I'd stopped crying every time I think about her, I receive a physical reminder of her death. I know I'll appreciate having her little footprints later, but right now it's very hard to look at them.
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