loraaa:

youngsimba:

I had a turtle once. Her name was Juliet and she died of depression. It’s an odd thing to die of depression but some people say it’s possible. I’m not an expert on the situation so I can’t really comment on it. Anyway, back to my turtle, Juliet. She was a pretty turtle, I mean as pretty as a turtle can actually be. I kind of knew she always wanted to be a free spirit though, judging from the amount of times she tried to escape her cage. She would climb on top of a tiny pink rock in the center of her aquarium like a reptilian trapeze artist and fling herself over the edge. Luckily enough her shell protected her from most of the damage but I think it scrambled her brains. I kind of pitied Juliet so I went and bought her a male companion. At least I think it was a male, I’m not an expert on turtles but the Pet store owner is and he told me it was a boy. I tend to trust what experts say. I’m that type of person. So I bought him at the pet store and took him home but, on the way home it died and I didn’t notice at the time. So I took him from his bag and placed him in the cage and he refused to move. At first, I got upset because I thought he was being an excessively rude turtle; I mean as far as turtles go. Juliet is very respectful and besides her suicidal tendencies she is very nice. Juliet grew accustomed to him and I’m pretty sure she fell in love, with a corpse. I didn’t have the heart to take him away from her and so I left them together, forever; star-crossed lovers till the very end. After a few days he started smelling badly however and I was forced to remove him from the aquarium. At the time I’m pretty sure I heard Juliet cry out for him to be returned but, turtles don’t make noise and I know that for a fact. In the days after Juliet stopped trying to climb her rock, she stopped trying to do anything actually. She wouldn’t eat her flakes, she wouldn’t swim around her cage, and she definitely wouldn’t bang her head against the aquarium for freedom. She just stayed there, complacent with her impending doom, neutral about her, soon to be cut short, life. Four days later I found her dead. The owner of the pet store said it was depression, and I tend to agree with him. I’m not the expert, he is. So I had this turtle named Juliet, she died of depression. It’s quite sad now that you think about it. 

 Caesar wrote this story about my turtle, Juliet.

i’m gonna go cry now.