That Wasn't Everything
The bad news continues...I arrived home last night to find that one of the goldfish had died. The goldfish. One that, unlike all previous goldfish that have lived approximately 1 week in our care, had surpassed all expectations and lived at least 4 years and grew to 5-6 inches long (it looked like a Koi). We never named him because we knew that would be the end of him. The other two fish were hovering around it, trying to revive him when I got home, but it was too late. We don't know what happened, but the other fish seem fine so far. My husband suggested an autopsy. Instead, I buried him (intact) in the "garden" this morning. Farewell, my speckled friend.
Labels: In Memorium
posted by Gwynne @ 9:36 AM
6 Comments:
Aw. :( I'm sorry.
The other two fish were hovering around it, trying to revive him
That's what they'd like you to think.
Heh. Did I mention that one of the other two is a meat eater? ;-) Not really, but he looks like one. Very prehistoric looking.
Poor goldfish being sadly maligned...tut, tut, tut...someone aught to sue hehe.
So, when fish make a hit, do they refer to the victim as "sleeping with the humans"?
[I kill myself, sometimes. But not like fish do.]
No worries if he... erm... it is a meat eater. Everyone knows fish don't count [as meat].
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