Bad News

Shirley didn't make it. When I got home from work today I found that she had passed. It's not always easy to tell if a tortoise is dead or not, but after some poking and prodding I could see a blank stare in her dead eyes, and I knew.

Paul took the news well. We buried her in the yard and he said a lovely prayer for her which ended with, "And please kill the Chihuahua that attacked her. Amen."