Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Farewell, Fish

I came down the stairs today to find the fish had died.

I admit he was old. And he hasn't been looking too good the last couple of days. He wasn't an exciting fish, but there is something odd about looking at the counter and not seeing him. Seeing his tank cleared out, not hearing the steady bubble of his pump... its very disheartening. He was a pretty little rosy red minnow. The oldest I had ever heard of.

I buried him with his frozen fellow-tank-fatalities in the back garden.

I think that will be it for the fish. when you live in water, you're a little too delicate for me. I prefer small and furry. Maybe a mouse. But not right now.

Right now, I think I will look sadly at the empty little tank, and remember a quiet little friend.

1 comment:

Mom of 12 said...

Come see what my amazing autistic boy accomplished!