I posted something about Toby in my AOL journal a long time ago but I don't think many of you read it. For some reason today I've been thinking of Toby and missing him/her so we'll call Toby an IT. Toby is a dry land turtle. When we lived on the ranch it started comeing to the back of the house about every three days late in the afternoon so we adopted it. We named it Toby and after this picture was taken we painted our initials on his shell. Toby was never afraid of us. Most dry land turtles will draw their head into their shell at the sound of a strange noise. Toby never did that and I would have a long conversation with it. Toby never anwered back but I always felt he/she was listening. When we decided to move to town John ask me if I wanted to bring Toby. I wanted to but thought it would be wrong to take it from its native home plus if it got out it may be run over by a car. Toby just didn't seem to be a city dude. We moved and John rented the farm house to a couple with two teenage kids and one younger boy who they were raising. We liked the whole family and especially the younger boy would always ride with us to check cows etc.. That family stayed a little over a year and I would ask of Toby but they never seem to have seen it or was particularly interested. The day they moved we went out to check the place and we found Toby upside down by the grain tank with a stick beside him/her. It was evident someone had beat Toby with that stick. I was so sick to my stomach. Why would anyone do such a vile thing to a harmless little turtle? John had to do what needed to be done to put Toby out of his/her misery. This one picture and my memories are all I have left of Toby.