Since we are renting our home and
furry animals “cost” more, we do not have any pets. Well, except a fish. “Fishie,”
a blue beta, moved into our lives two years ago and we never got around to
officially naming him. He’s simply “Fishie.”
Well, Fishie passed away a few days
ago. Actually I am surprised he lasted this long…
Here’s a few reasons why:
Last November I couldn’t find my
phone ANYWHERE…which isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. However, I had
called it numerous times and looked for a few hours. Kevin is notorious for
“hiding it” in random places…under his bed…in his train sets, under the sink…
It dawned on me…”Kevin, where’s
“Ow, I don know mommy.” Sheepish
“Kevin, where’s mommy’s phone? I know
“Fishie needed to call someone.”
OH NO. A glance into the fish tank
proved Fishie indeed did "call" someone. In fact, he had been “on the
phone” for hours.
There was no reviving my phone, but Fishie
Another time after dinner I realized
there was…uh…something abnormal about the fish tank. As I looked closer I
realized there were peas, yes peas in there. Along with some bread. And an
entire banana. Sigh.
One time the entire can of fish food
was dumped into the tank. I caught him (Kevin) in the act of that one and was
able to yank Fishie out and rescue him from the downpour.
After I realized Fish had died, I dropped
him in the toilet, but in the process had dropped a few marbles in as well. I
was attempting to retrieve the marbles with the fish floating around when
eight-year-old David peeks in the halfway open bathroom door and says, “Uh mom,
what are you doing?”
“Oh, just trying to…uh…retrieve
“How did marbles get in the toilet?”
“Well, uh, the fish died this morning,
so I am flushing him…that’s just what you do when a fish dies and I dropped
some marbles in there too.”
David’s eyes widened and he yelled,
“Kevin killed the fish!”
“No, Kevin did not kill the fish. Why
would you even say that?”
“Yes, he did! Because of all the
stuff he put in there.”
At this point, Kevin came in asked
what happened to Fishie.
“Fishie died honey.”
“OH NO!” Kevin wailed. “I need to say
good-bye to Fishie!”
“You killed him.” David said matter
“I not kill fishie! I need to say
good-bye to fishie!”
At this point I had retrieved my
marbles and could still see Fishie’s blue fin under the toilet hole.
“Okay, then let’s all say good-bye to
The boys crowded around the
toilet..rather sullen, Kevin teary eyed, and exclaimed “GOOD BYE FISHIE!” as I
flushed Fishie. Kevin’s lip was pouted out, grieving over Fishie, while David
was still convinced that this tragic event was Kevin’s fault.
I was ready for a conversation of
where Fishie would go, and would we see him in heaven, and could we get another
fish but after about five minutes both boys began playing with their trains and
didn’t mention the fish again. I cleaned the tank and put it away.
Hopefully we will get it out again
before too long.