Heartache

When i opened up the plastic beg, you were turtle, only your head can be seen, your mouth is wide open.I can't see any sign of breathing...you were not alive anymore...lower part of your body is covered by your house you used to hide inside.
I thought you must be trap while transporting and with all the vibrations and motion you went through thus you were not alive now...
On my way back, only plastic beg sounds, no squeaking sound from you...i was to shy to give seats to a pregnant lady, or was i too tired of what i've been through.
I quickly unwrapped the plastic beg, dispose all the unnecessary stuff, that was i notice you were missing!!!Hope i sense...there was movement in the house you used to hide from danger.You were looking out from the window sniffing around...i bought u outside and try to let you out from your little hut, but perhaps you know what i was doing, you refuse to come out, you struggling to get back into your safe zone, your hands were holding onto the side of the door, u keep climbing into the house.
i gave up, i left your little hut for you, i got back into my little hut to get your food for you, knowing that u hated them, but that's all that u got and that's all that i can give...you were loitering around the new environment or you new home, you left your little hut, went behind the bushes, and when i called for your name you responded by appearing in front of me, i talked to you, hoping that you will pay attention and understand what i must do this...leaving you there is because i have no other options...you seem pretty excited with the new place, and i hope you will enjoyed it...take care and stay safe

i felt so sad to leave you there, while i am typing this, i am wondering what you are doing right now, were you sleeping like you used to be, is it too cold for you, are you use to the new place, is there any squirrel disturbing you??lots of worries...but no choice...wanted alicia to adopt you but she was too far right now, wanted to give it to adrian, but lazy to do the explanation.
Hate me...hate myself...