Wednesday, April 13, 2005


So I awoke this morning to one of my goldfish floating at the surface. He hasn't been sick so I know he didn't suffer, every once in a while you just get a bum fish. I have had goldfish for many years, my eldest past away last year, he was 10 years old and is now buried by our backyard pond.

Having fish is a never ending cycle; you never want them to be alone so when you are down to one fish you end up bringing another home and so the cycle starts again.

I feel bad because I never did name him and now he is in my freezer awaiting whatever burial I deem necessary. Cruel World!


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