We got him like 3 years ago at a street festival, and Timmy (10) has taken great care of him. He was one of those little glades turtles--TINY--the kind that hardly ever lives past 6 months. (I've killed DOZENS throughout my childhood.)
Two weeks ago, Chuck's eyes started bulging, and I buy drops just for this. It doesn't get any better, but I don't take him to the vet.
Time of death is last night around midnight.
I was totally asleep, so my 10-year-old text messages my wife's phone (she was at work) with the cryptic message "Chuck is dead." (Yes, Timmy can do a text message, but I can't.) He was crying his eyes out last night all depressed while daddy blissfully slept.
My wife told me this morning when I went to pick her up, and he was asleep when I left for work. Also, I couldn't attend the funeral because I had to GO to work.
I really feel awful about this.
It was a matter of a costly vet visit, or an EZ-Up, and I chose unwisely.