Bob Is Gone Now

Bob didn't make it.  He struggled to live.  He died shortly after his owner came home from school.  We did all we can to keep him going.  Tim and I took turns in making sure that he was kept warm all the time.  We cleaned all his wounds.  The problem was he did not eat anything since that frightful night.  His body was too weak from trauma, pain, and maybe even the separation from Chekov. 

In the corner of our yard, Bob was buried close to Casey, the rabbit.  It was very emotional...there were crying, praying, and flowers.  Brahms remembered that Bob did not like the color red.

Bob was a good turtle...we will always remember him.