My fish of ten years, Brutus, died today.
It's the end of an era, the crumbling of a dynasty.
My mother urged me to run out and get a new fish. I don't have the heart. I need some time to mourn a bit.
I kinda want to know what he died of though. Anyone know someone who does fish necropsies?
Needless to say, this has been a bad year for me.
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Picture of the dearly departed... )
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Sarah says that she has never seen anyone take as much care of a goldfish as I have taken care of Brutus. That made me feel better, that I did what I could.
I'm still upset. I think I'll bake cookies tomorrow to help me grieve/relieve my depression.
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