We came home to find Graves doing the Dead Fish’s Float at the bottom of the tank.
We don’t know what happened – it was all too sudden. It seems like only a week ago that we brought him home and made him a part of our family. Perhaps that’s why he stayed in the bushes yesterday. Why did he want to die alone?
At his funeral service, we (mostly I, as J was hysterical – with grief, understandably) said a few words in his memory before sending him to Davy Jones’ Locker. He was definitely the best (only)
goldblackfish I’ve ever had. I hope he was happy in our tank, and that he gets to go to fishy heaven when Fish Jesus comes. Do fish have souls?
Since we saw Wicked last Friday, our elegy was “For Good”:
I’ve heard it said
that fishies come into our lives for a reason,
bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we feed them in return.
Well, I don’t know if I believe that’s true
But I know I’m who I am today
Because I watched you.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes a sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder
halfway through the wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I watched you
I have been changed for good.
Rest in peace, Graves.
Pie Jesu, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem.
You will be missed.
We also noticed PUFA not moving in his one-gallon tank, and almost flushed him, but we realized in time that he was alive. Whew! That would’ve been two much tragedy for one day.