On tonight's walk, Sam and I came upon a dead turtle, recently run over by the looks of it - a big crack in the middle of it's shell. I had to turn Sam away.
We both felt bad and wished we had a shovel to bury the poor thing.
Further down the road, we stopped and watched as a heron fished for dinner. We took pictures and talked about how lucky we were to come upon it. It was a good distraction for both of us.
We continued our walk, then headed home.
We haven't talked about the turtle since we left. Sam seems to be doing ok. I still feel bad about it.
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RIP, (run over by a) van Turtle.
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