My buddy of 19 days just passed away. He was young, agile, full of questions and energy. He had a heart (and body) of gold. I believe he loved me, but he was a victim of my bad motherhood. He started out his existence as a centerpiece for a table at a formal I went to. He and I locked eyes and it was destiny. I had to take him home. I promptly claimed the centerpiece loudly so that everyone at the table knew “hands off!” I nonchalantly caressed the vase with the assurance that he was coming home with me that night and with noone else. Getting him home was another matter, but I solved it. I strapped the vase in the back seat between Sebastian’s legs and set off into the sunset (or what would have been sunset had it been earlier in the day. We were headed West to Birmingham ). His bravery was remarkable for a fish his size. He was a pretty well behaved pet except that he was very noisy – he splashed a lot and popped bubbles. My co-worker, Ira, says he was choking. That doesn't make me feel any better Ira! Aw, I miss my buddy. Should I get another goldfish and try again at motherhood? Besides, if I don’t what will I do with all these fish flakes? *Sigh*
3 comments:
What happened to getting a rabbit?? I rather you kill a fish then a rabbit. Sooooo...I vote to get another fish!
RIP Charlie... although I didnt get to know him, I'm sure he WAS indeed made of gold- I feel your pain, as I too have lost many of my scaley friends....I'd like to shout out " Happy" the crackhead shrimp, and the rest of crew!!! RIP my aquarium friends...
Charlie wouldn't have had such an early demise if someone would have gave him some clean water.
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