So that sucks.
I was sad.
It actually made me feel really bad, as though I had failed in some fundamental way. I mean, no one was ever going to be giving me a "World's Best Fish Mom" mug anyday soon, but I like to think I was doing an okay job.
Then I realized that ol' Killer (that was my fish) was actually over two years old, a perfectly lengthy life for a beta fish. So, I'm not an evil fish-neglector. Still, a life that was is no more. So I'd like to say a few things in Killer's memory.
Killer.
You were pretty, and feisty in the little bag we bought you in.
But you were stupid, and wouldn't eat unless I pointed out where the food was.
You were hardy, enduring long weekends on your little lonesome.
You were funny, swimming rapidly around your bowl, and hiding under the plastic plant I got for you.
For a fish, you were okay.
I'll remember you.
2 comments:
Very moving.
By the way, last time I was over (thanks for dinner!), I noticed Killer's empty bowl and was about to say something, when I stopped myself to wonder if Killer had been in the great fishbowl in the sky for some time, and perhaps I had forgotten.
Now I know.
So sorry for your loss, my friend. Truly a loss for all of us.
I haven't been back to your blog for a while so got caught up today. Just wanted to say that this entry made me laugh. Not that I'm denegrating your fish sorrow. Rather that you managed to make fish sorrow charmingly poignantly adorably funny.
Just sayin'. :)
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