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February 17th, Home, 4:50pm
Just got home...Phoebe's been opening the doors of her vivarium more and more often lately, and as she is on a high surface, I'm terrifed she's going to fall off the edge. Plus, as she's grown (Can't believe she's almost 5 now!), the tank is getting too small for her. So last week we decided that it would be fairer on her to take her back to the farm where we got her, where she could have lots of other tortoises to keep her company and plenty of space to roam around. I've been blocking it out, and was doing quite well until it actually came to leaving her. Mum had gone ''behind the scenes'' with the staff to give the some info and to see Phoebe settled. I waited out in the front of the reptile house, but through the glass etc, I saw the woman putting Phoebs into a tank (not on display). I just sat there, watching, trying to stop myself from crying (I wanted to save that 'till the car). I was alright until this woman and her children came up to look at the other tortoises. A little boy said ''Why would you want a tortoise?''...A little girl, ''Look mummy, that baby tortoise is for sale!'' to which the mother replied ''I'd LOVE a tortoise, but daddy would have a fit!'' That did it. I couldn't control my tears any longer; I felt silly, but I just couldn't stop. What made me feel even sillier was when I looked up, and two little girls were standing in front of me wide-eyed. Eventually mum came out, and bent down to say goodbye to Phoebe but I could bare to be there any longer and walked out. The words of those children were ringing it my ears as we drove home, I cried all the way. As I'm writing this, my eyes are still swollen and my face is still blotchy...not a good look.
Just got home...Phoebe's been opening the doors of her vivarium more and more often lately, and as she is on a high surface, I'm terrifed she's going to fall off the edge. Plus, as she's grown (Can't believe she's almost 5 now!), the tank is getting too small for her. So last week we decided that it would be fairer on her to take her back to the farm where we got her, where she could have lots of other tortoises to keep her company and plenty of space to roam around. I've been blocking it out, and was doing quite well until it actually came to leaving her. Mum had gone ''behind the scenes'' with the staff to give the some info and to see Phoebe settled. I waited out in the front of the reptile house, but through the glass etc, I saw the woman putting Phoebs into a tank (not on display). I just sat there, watching, trying to stop myself from crying (I wanted to save that 'till the car). I was alright until this woman and her children came up to look at the other tortoises. A little boy said ''Why would you want a tortoise?''...A little girl, ''Look mummy, that baby tortoise is for sale!'' to which the mother replied ''I'd LOVE a tortoise, but daddy would have a fit!'' That did it. I couldn't control my tears any longer; I felt silly, but I just couldn't stop. What made me feel even sillier was when I looked up, and two little girls were standing in front of me wide-eyed. Eventually mum came out, and bent down to say goodbye to Phoebe but I could bare to be there any longer and walked out. The words of those children were ringing it my ears as we drove home, I cried all the way. As I'm writing this, my eyes are still swollen and my face is still blotchy...not a good look.