My goldfish died. *chokes up* He was alive, if not all there this morning, and tonight, just dead.
I've had him, almost two years now, if not more.
I've watched him grow from being a tiny little gold goldfish with a body not much longer than a dollar coin and the most beautiful fins on a goldfish I'd ever want, to a giant silver goldfish nearly three inches long, a belly to match, and those same beautiful fins, tattered by age and other fish, but still the most beautiful things on a goldfish I'd ever want.
This is a cell phone pic I had taken of him, May 2006.
I'll miss you! *cries*