Fishie, my favorite fish, died during the night last night. Funeral services were held toiletside this morning. Words of love and endearment were spoken and it was all very sad. I am trying to be very mature here. I am not going to let the death of a fish get me down. But he was a great fish.
The only one who's happy about Fishie's passing is my other Betta, also known as Little Fishie, who will shortly be promotedto the original Fishie's posh tank.
So Fishie, may the water always run clear, may the food be plentiful, may you always have everything you need. You enriched my life. May you always know peace.