RIP george
a note in memory of my darling little pet goldfish, george.
i owned you for longer than i can really remember. years, at the very least. i first had you in my bedroom in kiewa. you were originally white + orange + you were very small + fat. i decided you were female because you were so cute + giorgia wanted me to name you after her.
so i did. georgia.
as you grew you kind of lost your orange, became mostly white + larger. after a year or so i decided you were now male. + so the name george has stuck ever since.
i'm guessing you lived with me at kiewa for around three years. possibly more but as i said i cannot be sure. but when the time came to move to collingwood, i feared for your safety. three + a half hours in the boots of a car splashing about? but you came through with flying colours + helped me settle into melbourne.
when i was evicted from my house + stayed with irene in laverton, yvonne looked after you in her kitchen on hunter st, richmond. apart from her housemate dave almost killing him from over feeding, he survived there to move into the deathtrap in fitzroy. twelve months he happily swam + yvonne bought him a friend, a little orange fish, inka.
on to brunswick east. after a few months george started to display signs of sickness... i'm not sure what exactly, but he was not himself. he'd come good for a few weeks + then go back into sickness. the periods of him looking ill on the floor of the tank started to grow longer.
then the day came when i woke this morning to find him floating, but in an awkward, stiff shape. my heart sunk as i gently poked him in the water. no movement. george is gone.
i'll miss you my little friend. the little dude who would always get excited when you went near the tank. the one my friends would say hello to, the one dean would point at + say "ooooh!", the one rowan would always feed because he worried i would forget to. five+ years of happy memories were flushed down the toilet with you at 8 o'clock this morning. may you RIP.
i owned you for longer than i can really remember. years, at the very least. i first had you in my bedroom in kiewa. you were originally white + orange + you were very small + fat. i decided you were female because you were so cute + giorgia wanted me to name you after her.
so i did. georgia.
as you grew you kind of lost your orange, became mostly white + larger. after a year or so i decided you were now male. + so the name george has stuck ever since.
i'm guessing you lived with me at kiewa for around three years. possibly more but as i said i cannot be sure. but when the time came to move to collingwood, i feared for your safety. three + a half hours in the boots of a car splashing about? but you came through with flying colours + helped me settle into melbourne.
when i was evicted from my house + stayed with irene in laverton, yvonne looked after you in her kitchen on hunter st, richmond. apart from her housemate dave almost killing him from over feeding, he survived there to move into the deathtrap in fitzroy. twelve months he happily swam + yvonne bought him a friend, a little orange fish, inka.
on to brunswick east. after a few months george started to display signs of sickness... i'm not sure what exactly, but he was not himself. he'd come good for a few weeks + then go back into sickness. the periods of him looking ill on the floor of the tank started to grow longer.
then the day came when i woke this morning to find him floating, but in an awkward, stiff shape. my heart sunk as i gently poked him in the water. no movement. george is gone.
i'll miss you my little friend. the little dude who would always get excited when you went near the tank. the one my friends would say hello to, the one dean would point at + say "ooooh!", the one rowan would always feed because he worried i would forget to. five+ years of happy memories were flushed down the toilet with you at 8 o'clock this morning. may you RIP.