Dec 03, 2009 11:59
My fish, Tom Collins, died a week tomorrow. I miss him so much, he was just the best. I had him for two years.
An hour after he died the sun set and it was all dark blue and red like his fins were. superfish changed the world.
My aunt, who has what probably is his brother (they were both part of a wedding centerpiece, all coming from the same place and all the same colours) is giving me her fish because her cat keeps trying to eat it and she feels it isn't all that fair to fishy. I get him saturday :).
He has no name. I'm not sure if I will name him or keep him unnamed? Fishies probably don't care about names, only grub. Maybe I'll call him grub. or Socrates.
Tom Collins is buried in our flower garden, under a hummingbird figurine and near the lonely angel statue. LIVE ON FOREVER, FISHYFRIEND. I miss you.
unrelated, but,
4/5 short assignments, 5/5 essays, 1/2 finals, 0/2 exams.