The smallest, quietest member of our household passed away. Torty died sometime last night.
I don't know what happened... we did notice recently he wasn't eating as much and sleeping more, but it wasn't enough to be alarmed at. It is hard to tell what a tortoise is thinking.
This morning, after giving Ernie some fresh water, I was giving Torty some lettuce when I noticed he was gone.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this... he was twenty years old, tops. Russian Tortoises are said to live to be 100. We used to joke how we would have him when we were old and grey.
I am going through the guilt thing... I should have taken him to the vet when he seemed off, I should have taken him outside more, taken more pictures of him...
Uggh... it's just horrible.