09/06/2026
I can only hope that somehow, he knew my intentions were good. 💚
Morgan had been in my care for a little over a month when he passed away two nights ago.
There’s something particularly difficult about losing a turtle after that much time. Often, when a critically injured turtle makes it through those first days and weeks, I start to believe we’ve turned a corner — that maybe they really are going to make it.
But turtles are incredibly resilient animals, and sometimes that resilience can hide just how much is going on inside their bodies. Sometimes, despite everything we’re doing, what we’re witnessing is actually a very slow, very turtle-like process of dying.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what those final weeks might have felt like to Morgan.
I flushed his wounds and body cavity daily. I spent days & nights removing maggots. I injected him with fluids and antibiotics and changed his bandages every night. I knew why I was doing those things. But Morgan didn’t.
I can only hope that on some level, he also experienced some sense of being warm, protected and safe. That his final weeks were gentler than they would have been alone in the wild with such devastating injuries.
I don’t know what Morgan understood about any of it.
I just know that I tried. And I tried to be as kind and gentle as I could at all times I was caring for him.
Thank you to everyone who rooted for Morgan, sent supplies, and hoped right along with me that he would make it. 💚
We couldn’t save him. But Morgan mattered. And I’m grateful I had the chance to try. 🐢 🌈 ✨