(im sensitive)
I got home from work today and Tyler told me he had some bad news. Ned the goldfish died today. I started crying. Ok, I balled. I know he's "just a fish" and all goldfish have to die someday, but I had him for over a year and he was a great friend. I wasn't ready for him to go yet. At least Tyler didn't flush him because that's mean. I took him to the park and burried him under a tree. I covered his grave with pretty stones and a feather. Someone will probably take the rocks, but at least he had a proper burial. He was such a pretty orange fishy. RIP Ned, I love you!