Friday, May 23, 2008

Imminent Death Alert

So, my in-laws are moving and they have allowed us to adopt their beloved chinese fighting fish, Reddy. (Red fish=Reddy) You'll recall they recently mourned their cat. We have had the fish for all of 5 days and it is exhibiting the classic fish is going to croak signs. Bloated, not eating, frantically gasping for air right next to the bubbler, not really responding to loud tapping on the know, all the things a fish doctor would check for. So, my husband, lover of all animals and fish, tells the kids (and we all KNOW how smooth he is with this kind of conversation) that Reddy's days are numbered. Miss thing, ever the rational one (she got that from her mother) proudly volunteers to be the one to flush Reddy when it is time. I'll be sure to post pictures of the fish funeral...we've got this one down to a science. If anyone has a touching passage or poem to read at Reddy's funeral please post it! (really, for one second I am not being sarcastic, it would be nice to have something special to say for Reddy's eulogy)

1 comment:

  1. Oy! We flushed 5 last week. It must be catching!