When I was a kid, we had a turtle for quite awhile. A friend of my Dad's found him crossing the road going over the mountain and gave him to my Dad because he knew he had kids. He was an Eastern Painted Turtle and I was quite fond of him. I always wanted a pet, but till then all we had was goldfish. 
After awhile my Dad said it was time to let him go. I was sad, but I understood. We took him to Yaddo, which is an artists' retreat in Saratoga (Springs, NY) which has lovely woods and streams and is far from any traffic and he seemed to like it there, remember him bobbing his head in the water. I like to think he's still living a happy life there. 
I had a teacher who had a friend serving in Vietnam at the time and all the kids in the class wrote him letters. My letter told all about my turtle. I named him(?) Stacey, after my mother. 
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