When Ethan's fiance moved in with us, she brought 2 cats and a fish. The cats have adjusted well, everyone loves them, and they tolerate everyone. The fish, well, hasn't fared too well. I've been thinking he was at death's door for quite a while, but, he had, at least until today, kept swimming around, even if he looked a little peaked.
The is the conversation, via text message, I had with my son today, regarding the fish.
Fish finally kicked the bucket.
Are you sure, really sure??
Yep. He has entered the great fish tank in the sky.
Maybe he's just taking a rest.
He's joined the choir invisible.
I think he's just resting, taking a nap.
He's not resting, he's stone dead.
Maybe he's pining....for the fjords.
No, he's not pining...he is an ex-fish.
Well, then flush him.
Done. Now a moment of silence....And now Ice Cream.
I want ice cream.
Poor fishy.
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