Goldspeed committed suicide today. I should have seen it coming. He has attempted suicide before. Only to be foiled by Elijah's timely entrance into the room where he found him floundering on top of the dresser. This time there was no hope. He made sure it worked. He jumped behind the dresser where he could not be seen. And in fact it took us several minutes to locate him because he was covered in so much dust he just looked like a fish shaped dust bunny (yeah, that's right. I don't clean behind our dressers very often).
Oh, the tears. Who would have thought. I mean he had long outlived his brothers and sisters (all but one that is) who were all dead within a few weeks of arriving at our humble abode. Heads were buried into my shoulder with large alligator tears soaking my shirt. With requests of buying a new fish interrupted by loud sobs.
Services were held promptly in the bathroom and officiated by me.
2 comments:
aww... but funny, too.
Oh my, this same thing happened to my son's fish, albeit 12 years ago. Jumped out of his bowl. Dead on the dresser. Thanks so much for coming by to enter my giveaways!
cheers!
:)Heidi
PS- GL on your big decision!
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