RIP

Our little friend, The Red Fish, committed fishicide on Wednesday, July 2. We found him lying on the floor void of breath at approximately 9:10pm. I'm sure he didn't mean to die. He probably was just sad that we left him in his bowl all alone that night. Or maybe he wanted to join the world as a human and forgot he had no legs. Whatever the reason, we are all devastated. He really was the best fish we ever had. (& the first). And Emily was the best fish mommy.

I still remember a fish that we had as kids - Chitum Chitum Whatum Do - did exactly the same thing. I don't remember which one of us discovered he was MIA but I remember the shock of realizing that he had jumped over board!

So I have to sit and wonder as life cycles on from child to child and dead fish to dead fish - WHY is it that I remember the name of a fish that died 40+ years ago and I can't remember to call the dentist or where I put my keys? Can we say Nanaw?