Klunk's p.o.v.
"Hey klunkers! Did you miss me? Because I sure missed you!" my best friend/plaything/dad/(...well he means a lot to me.)asked me, while putting me on his shoulder brushing my fur with his fingers. I love it when he does that! It feels all ticklelish and comforting.
"Mew!" I missed this...sighing I looked into his face hoping to catch his eye but he already fell asleep from the pill looking thing.
The other ones don't take care of me as well as sleeping beauty here. But I was getting fat anyway and he's sick so I'll let them slide. I could tell he was sick just by the atmosphere and the smell! THE SMELL IS HORRIBLE! I don't like it...mostly because it's coming from my friend...it's the smell of something dying.
I shook my head and snuggled into his neck, this cannot be the happy-go-lucky, cheerful and kind turtle I knew...but I know it is.
The smile he made is the same before he got the illness. I meowed quietly, letting a few tears fall down my fluffy face, this can't be the end of my buddy...can it? It seems I'll have to wait and see if time allows him to live a little longer because at this rate, it won't be long before he passes away and leaves me behind.