Big Toilet in the Sky?
RIP, Prince John
d. Sunday, May 28, 2006 (or maybe late Saturday night… not quite sure)
I cried.
Robbie laughed. Since he thought it was so funny, I let him flush the fish. He laughed harder. Maybe that’s just his way of dealing with grief. Yeah, that must be it.
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You had a fish?!! I must have been living under a rock (insert embarrassed smiley here). How long did you have him? I’m sorry he went belly up. And don’t forget that all drains lead to the ocean. (uh, I hope you know these are Nemo references).
Yeah I only had him for a month or two. But he lived with someone else before then, so he lived a long and happy fishy life, I guess.
Poor fishy.
But he probably led a long life for a fish. Joy brought him home almost exactly a year ago.
I never thought I could feel so guilty about killing a fish. I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose even, and fish die all the time. But I really did cry. Poor fishy.