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One week and one day ago I bought a Russian Tortoise. I was told she was female so I named her Tree. Tree was symbolic, tied in part to Mother Nature. I have spent a week and a day chickbonding with my girl...only this afternoon after some research I discovered, she is not a she. I was not mad at the pet store, which would have been reasonable, oh no, I was mad at Tree for taking me in with his gorgeous bright eyes and making me believe he was something he was not. Crisis thinking ensued. I always and only get female pets. Not one has duped me, until now. If I hadn’t been convinced he was a she I would not have bought him...but I was convinced and I pride myself on my intuition...so not only was I duped, my intuition failed me. Not cool. Then after a ridiculous search for a new name, and dealing with some major disappointment that I was not going to grow old with my Sista friend Tree, I realized that Tree is still Tree. Tree still has gorgeous eyes and a grumpy disposition. His gender is his gender, he was always a male. I was the one who could not see the possibility of growing old with a brother friend. Now I do.

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