Friday, November 4, 2011

a sad story

We had fish friends.

We bought them on Monday.

We gave them names.

We gave them a home.

Then they died.

Rest in Peace, Ferdinand & Prince Phillip.
We really did have good intentions when we adopted you.

I want you to know that, even though we didn't know each other that well yet, I cried when you died.

Now we have a cheerless, waterless vase with gold pebbles and a fake plant where you used to roam.

I am not yet to the anger stage of my grief, 

but I feel it coming on.


1 comment:

  1. I had a fish one time. His name was Colonel Fitzwilliam. I referred to him as the colonel, though. He lived for over a year, which is a miracle in fishy lifespans. I loved him. He died while I was away at college and I cried when Shelby told me. It is very sad to lose a fishy friend, I can't imagine losing two!

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