Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Day 70: Til Death Do Us Part

I've had so many, you would not dare count. Each and every one was happy and all was sunshine and rainbows. That was until they were gone and I was in tears once more. So after each one, I tried again and again. My little heart wasn't going to give in that easily. But I should have known. The jealousy would bubble and boil to an unsurpassed region. TubTub, was out for the kill. My goldfishy was so cute and monstrous; he had a white belly and boggley eyes. A boggley eyed gold fish - I never cared for their real name. So as it would happen, I thought all was well and disgustingly good. But had I have known the circumstances, we may have gone to a damned dwarf for help (never speak to a midget about your problems, they take your money and that’s all). So I woke up as usual. Yes and I looked at TubTub and saw him asleep on the bottom of the tank. Oh he was a cheeky little fishy. I put some food in the top, but nothing happened. He did not move or even flinch. My tub's was a fatty, and gobbled all the food within instances, but he just sat there. "What’s wrong with you?" I bellowed against the glass and then stuck my fingers in to churn up the water. That little bastard was dead. I was in shock. Do they not float wrong way down when their life has been separated from their slimy body’s? He was fatter than ever and I should have guessed the truth. He was so wrapped with guilt for murdering all his buddy's that he has committed suicide via gobbling up the pebbles in the tank. His belly was so full of rocks; he sank to the bottom and looked asleep. I was in a terrible mess. Dead fish slim was on my fingers and I could find nothing to wipe it off with! But luckily, I survived the traumatic drama of it all. I first tried to feed it to the cat, but no, what a fussy little thing, not wanting the dead carcass of my pet fishy. So I found a small box, threw the darn thing inside and taped the box "water-tight" closed. No one will disturb my TubTub's coffin down at the tip, no way.

Screaming Children Burn The Plane.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jane Q Doe said...

i used to have that problem all the time. i've gone through a countless number of fish. i had a large speckly gold fish named nigel. he was the last one to die while in my custody. i was actually heartbroken after that so i gave my last three away to my sisters CHILD and they are still alive, almost three years later. maybe i was never meant to have fish.

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