And so it had to happen... Fish number two, or rather what became fish number only, leapt to his death last night. I'm sad and glad at the same time. I felt less badly about the chicken in my chicken noodle soup at lunch, but I'm ready to move on from this so called pet.
Isn't the very nature of the pet to "pet" it? I'm not a fan of the fish, we can just leave it at that.
We still have a dwarf hamster and a dog and a cat to make our lives merry, but we still need to have a burial today for the dead fish. He is floating in his bowl right now because my daughter was too upset with me after I gave the other dead on a burial at sea (aka flushed him) and we didn't have time this morning before school started. Needing a place to put the guy, he ended up back in his bowl.
On a lighter note, I went on my other daughter's field trip today to the Guide Dogs for the Blind. We didn't get to pet any puppies, but they're darn cute! The trip made me appreciate my dog so much more. At least until he started to bug me when I got home.