Remember Harrison, my fish?
Well, he’s dead.
Yep. He lived all of one week, to the day.
But, he had a good life. He wasn’t living in a bucket with 100s of other goldfish. He had his own bowl. Some rocks. And a shrub.
Apparently carnival fish have a much shorter life span than they used to. When I was younger, I won a fish at the carnival, named him Jaws, and watched that thing grow for years. He lived for a long time. And, I really do mean years! I think at one point we were trying to kill him because we were convinced he was Super
Quite honestly, I’m surprised Harrison didn’t go sooner. I mean, I have two giant dog-cats who had been eyeing his bowl that entire week. I’m glad he went on his own, and not due to a cat fang puncture wound.
I had a nice burial at sea for him. As he was swirling around the toilet bowl, I told him to “find Nemo.” I hope he does.
Happy swimming, little guy.
Enjoy your day,