Today we discovered that Luna, the last of my water turtles, had passed away. At one point I had eight water turtles, but in the intervening years they had all either been released into the wild or passed on, and she was the only one left, gliding through her tank and begging for food.
She was also my first turtle, with Hal. She was the one who, as a hatchling, was ill and didn't eat. The vet laughed at me when I brought her in, because she was just so tiny (only an inch long) that he couldn't take vitals or look up her nose or anything, but he wormed her and she improved and started eating and growing. At the very beginning we feared for her life, so the fact that she outlived everyone else was notable.
So now, after all of the ponds and tanks and filters and rocks, I'm going to live in a house without falling water. It's going to be very quiet.