In where I confess to killing the fish
Yeah…I did it. I killed Cherry.
Not on purpose mind you. I just kinda kept watching the water go down and forgetting to fill it up so the aerator would fill the 1 gallon pink tank with fresh air for sweet Cherry.
Instead, she puffed up, looked almost fuzzy, lost all her color and suffocated to death on old tank water.
Looking on the bright side, this is our first family pet death. You know…this is a good opportunity to feel loss and learn how to handle it, right? So we gathered around the toilet, said nice things about Cherry and her life and then flushed her into fishy heaven.
Once that suction took hold of her lifeless body, PJ fell completely apart.
Cherry, I’m sorry. You were a very good pet. See ya on the other side.
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Oh man I don’t know what to say other than congrats on the half. And have a can of WD-40 close at hand for the wheel. Poor PJ.
We’ve lost many a fish in the Eklund family. When the first one went, we too gathered around the toilet for a somber, meaningful moment. We talked about death and loss and friendship.
Then the second one died and we again gathered, although this time a little less somberly.
By the point we lost fishes 3, 4, and 5, we were mostly reduced to: “Hey guys! Your fish is dead! I’m going to flush it down the pooper! Anyone want to come say goodbye?”
“No! That’s fine!”
Is that progress we should be proud of?