Tiny Edward is gone. He died earlier this week. I've been too sad to write about it. I'm pretty sure he was murdered. By Panther of course.
I got Tiny Edward at Camp Marion White in the summer of 2004 -- some campers found him and I took him home. His shell was the size of a nickel; he was the cutest thing ever. I didn't even have a digital camera back then, so I don't have any pictures of his earliest days, at least not on my computer.
T.E. was the sweetest friendliest turtle; he loved to be held and loved when I patted his tiny head. He'd stick his neck way out and look up at me with his snappy little face... oh I miss the little guy.
I'm sure some of my Gordon pals will feel the loss, too... T.E. was really a friend for all he met, especially since he was pretty much the only pet allowed on campus.
After Bobby was born Tiny Edward didn't get as many photo ops.
But we all still loved him.
Goodbye, Tiny Edward. You were the best turtle and you won't be forgotten.