17 years that will NEVER be forgotten
How are you supposed to react when you loose a friend of 17 years? I have yet to figure this out but because of today's events I have been forced to figure it out. So this friend I'm talking about may not have been able to communicate like you and I, but together the two of us had come up with our own way to communicate, and it worked perfectly for us. In the 17 years we had together I never once thanked him for being such a dear friend. I never told him how much he really meant to me, and now it's too late. I now am faced with having to do the one thing I promised I would do...bury him. This won't be a "normal" ceremoney due to the fact that his live was...well...sheltered. He met many people in his life but not many were his "friends". I think that other than myself one other person will attend, and that will be Brian because he is the one that tried to save his life. I think that he would want him to be there, and I know that I'm going to need Brian's emotional support. I need to think of the best place to put him. Somewhere I know he would be happy. The only place I can think of is with me, but he would need to be alive for that to work. No where typical would make him happy, he needs water to be happy. He would be the most happy if I laid him to rest in a body of water, but I can't do that. I mean I could, but I wont. Maybe I'll put him in a gladwear container of water and place him in the ground like that...I bet he would like that.
So if you haven't figured it out, I'm talking about my fish (Mr. Fish). Yea, call me crazy for giving my fish a funeral. But I think he has earned his right to one (that and if I flush him like you normally do with fish the toilet would end up clogged). He wasn't your average fish, he was 17 years old. He was my VERY first pet. I got him when I was three, and I remember growing up and talking to him and telling him all my problems...and he never once got sick of listening to me :0). I honestly don't remember my life with out him around. I hate that his tank will have to come down, and life will be forced to move on, and it does with every death. I hate that his passing could have been prevented. I really hate that he's gone. I used to go up to his tank and he would do the kissy face to me (he was a kissing fish) and follow me from side to side. When I opened the tank he would come up to get food but would always let you pet him and say hello (yes my fish let you pet him). He was one of a kind, and will be greatly missed and never replaced.
I want to thank Brian for trying to save him and doing everything possible to give him a peaceful ending to a life well lived. Brian if it weren't for you I would have broke my promise to Mr. Fish and I would never beable to forgive myself. At least Mr. Fish got to go in peace in his home of 17 years.
R.I.P Mr. Fish
I love you
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So, here's a summary to how this all happened...
I bought Brian a new fish for his tank, he wasn't doing well and since Mr. Fish and the new fish wouldn't get along I took Mr. Fish out of his tank and put him in a bucket of water in the kitchen sink(Mr. Fish had always been a trooper so I thought he would be okay in the bucket for a little bit). I went to Carrie's for a few minutes, and when I returned home to grab Brian's fish to take it to his house, Kyle told me that Mr. Fish had jumped out of his bucket and had fallen in to the garbage disposal...great. So Kyle freaked out saying how he couldn't fit his hand in the hole to get Mr. Fish out. I didn't know how to grab Mr. Fish without hurting me or him more then he was. I had no idea how long he had been in the hole and with out water. So then Kyle says "just turn the water on and then turn the garbage disposal on." thus chopping my Mr. Fish in to tiny little pieces, and never to be seen again. Well this upset me so I burst in to tears and Kyle got frustrated and left me to try and save Mr. Fish. I tried everything but I couldn't get him out. At that moment I promised Mr. Fish that I would not let him die in the garbage disposal, and if he did die in there I would get him out and bury him because I could not handle chopping him up in to pieces. I used tongs to try and pull him out but he was too slimey to get a good grip. I shoved my hand in the hole and got a grip of him but each time I tried to pull him out he slipped and fell back in. It was terrible. I called Brian to tell him I would be late to his house because Mr. Fish was stuck in the garbage disposal, but as hard as I tried to stay calm through the situation, I burst in to tears as soon as Brian said hello. So...Brian rushed over to help me and got Mr. Fish out. Brian got here and shoved his hand into the drain and pulled Mr. Fish out on the first try. We got him back in his tank and he swam around for a bit and looked like hell (he was all cut up from bouncing around on the blades) his tale was basically missing, his sides were all bloody and beat up, but he was breathing and able to swim. Brian said that Mr. Fish had A LOT of air in his belly so he wasn't "safe" yet. We stayed and watched Mr. Fish swim and relax and fart out bubbles and burp out bubbles getting rid of some air. After a little bit of watching Mr. Fish we went to Petsmart and got Fishy medicine that would help heal Mr. Fishe's wounds. We got back to my house and Mr. Fish was still alive and actually looking pretty good (well good for what he had just been through), so we put the medicine in his water, and went to Brian's house. When I came home...Mr. Fish was lying on his side. I pounded on the side of his tank to see if maybe he was sleeping (he used to sleep on his side like that and I would pound on the tank and he would wake up)but he didn't move. In shock, I sat down by his tank for a good hour waiting for some movement...I needed him to be alive, I wasn't ready to say good-bye. At 2:00am I decided I needed to go upstairs and try and get some rest. And, that was the last time I would see my Mr. Fish.
When my Dad woke up he put Mr. Fish in a box and put him somewhere safe until his funeral. I slept until noon because I didn't want to deal with the loss of my friend. I went downstairs and immediatly burst in to tears because his tank was soooo dark and lonely. I know he was justa fish, but he has been a part of this family for so long that even though his tank is still set up you can tell he's not there. It's awful how much I miss him. I always said that the day he died would be a very hard day for me and it for sure is proving to be a very difficult day. I cry randomly, I have no energy or even the want to do anything. I just want my Mr. Fish back. I hope he's not mad at me for being a bad mommy, I hope he made it to fishy heaven okay, I hope that he can forgive me for ending his life. I hope he knows it was an accident. I wish it wasn't my fault.
okay well now I'm crying so I'm going to go think about where to bury him. God I hate how much I suck at life.
I LOVE YOU MR. FISH, MAY YOU REST IN PEACE!
oh and...
Happy wedding day Laura and Brent!
and
Happy 15 months love! Thank you for always being there for me, I love you so much!!
So if you haven't figured it out, I'm talking about my fish (Mr. Fish). Yea, call me crazy for giving my fish a funeral. But I think he has earned his right to one (that and if I flush him like you normally do with fish the toilet would end up clogged). He wasn't your average fish, he was 17 years old. He was my VERY first pet. I got him when I was three, and I remember growing up and talking to him and telling him all my problems...and he never once got sick of listening to me :0). I honestly don't remember my life with out him around. I hate that his tank will have to come down, and life will be forced to move on, and it does with every death. I hate that his passing could have been prevented. I really hate that he's gone. I used to go up to his tank and he would do the kissy face to me (he was a kissing fish) and follow me from side to side. When I opened the tank he would come up to get food but would always let you pet him and say hello (yes my fish let you pet him). He was one of a kind, and will be greatly missed and never replaced.
I want to thank Brian for trying to save him and doing everything possible to give him a peaceful ending to a life well lived. Brian if it weren't for you I would have broke my promise to Mr. Fish and I would never beable to forgive myself. At least Mr. Fish got to go in peace in his home of 17 years.
R.I.P Mr. Fish
I love you
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So, here's a summary to how this all happened...
I bought Brian a new fish for his tank, he wasn't doing well and since Mr. Fish and the new fish wouldn't get along I took Mr. Fish out of his tank and put him in a bucket of water in the kitchen sink(Mr. Fish had always been a trooper so I thought he would be okay in the bucket for a little bit). I went to Carrie's for a few minutes, and when I returned home to grab Brian's fish to take it to his house, Kyle told me that Mr. Fish had jumped out of his bucket and had fallen in to the garbage disposal...great. So Kyle freaked out saying how he couldn't fit his hand in the hole to get Mr. Fish out. I didn't know how to grab Mr. Fish without hurting me or him more then he was. I had no idea how long he had been in the hole and with out water. So then Kyle says "just turn the water on and then turn the garbage disposal on." thus chopping my Mr. Fish in to tiny little pieces, and never to be seen again. Well this upset me so I burst in to tears and Kyle got frustrated and left me to try and save Mr. Fish. I tried everything but I couldn't get him out. At that moment I promised Mr. Fish that I would not let him die in the garbage disposal, and if he did die in there I would get him out and bury him because I could not handle chopping him up in to pieces. I used tongs to try and pull him out but he was too slimey to get a good grip. I shoved my hand in the hole and got a grip of him but each time I tried to pull him out he slipped and fell back in. It was terrible. I called Brian to tell him I would be late to his house because Mr. Fish was stuck in the garbage disposal, but as hard as I tried to stay calm through the situation, I burst in to tears as soon as Brian said hello. So...Brian rushed over to help me and got Mr. Fish out. Brian got here and shoved his hand into the drain and pulled Mr. Fish out on the first try. We got him back in his tank and he swam around for a bit and looked like hell (he was all cut up from bouncing around on the blades) his tale was basically missing, his sides were all bloody and beat up, but he was breathing and able to swim. Brian said that Mr. Fish had A LOT of air in his belly so he wasn't "safe" yet. We stayed and watched Mr. Fish swim and relax and fart out bubbles and burp out bubbles getting rid of some air. After a little bit of watching Mr. Fish we went to Petsmart and got Fishy medicine that would help heal Mr. Fishe's wounds. We got back to my house and Mr. Fish was still alive and actually looking pretty good (well good for what he had just been through), so we put the medicine in his water, and went to Brian's house. When I came home...Mr. Fish was lying on his side. I pounded on the side of his tank to see if maybe he was sleeping (he used to sleep on his side like that and I would pound on the tank and he would wake up)but he didn't move. In shock, I sat down by his tank for a good hour waiting for some movement...I needed him to be alive, I wasn't ready to say good-bye. At 2:00am I decided I needed to go upstairs and try and get some rest. And, that was the last time I would see my Mr. Fish.
When my Dad woke up he put Mr. Fish in a box and put him somewhere safe until his funeral. I slept until noon because I didn't want to deal with the loss of my friend. I went downstairs and immediatly burst in to tears because his tank was soooo dark and lonely. I know he was justa fish, but he has been a part of this family for so long that even though his tank is still set up you can tell he's not there. It's awful how much I miss him. I always said that the day he died would be a very hard day for me and it for sure is proving to be a very difficult day. I cry randomly, I have no energy or even the want to do anything. I just want my Mr. Fish back. I hope he's not mad at me for being a bad mommy, I hope he made it to fishy heaven okay, I hope that he can forgive me for ending his life. I hope he knows it was an accident. I wish it wasn't my fault.
okay well now I'm crying so I'm going to go think about where to bury him. God I hate how much I suck at life.
I LOVE YOU MR. FISH, MAY YOU REST IN PEACE!
oh and...
Happy wedding day Laura and Brent!
and
Happy 15 months love! Thank you for always being there for me, I love you so much!!