Friday, December 21, 2007
17. No More
My goldfish died.
I had him for more than three years. He was wonderful.
Whenever I was upset I could watch him swim and feel happy again.
I never had a fish live so long.
I started to think he would live forever, but he didn't.
It's strange how much you can love a pet you never touch. But he was peaceful and good. He made me feel calm when I felt lost.
I am crushed.