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.

3 comments:

Françoise de Fleur said...

I hate when fishies die. It's always such a shock to see them floating belly-up when you're so used to seeing them just flitter about in their happy little underwater world. I'm sorry to hear about Gogo-errrrr... [I will never spell his name right, so please fill it in for me].

Dexter Obvious said...

Goggolor. :P
He's named after one of the levels in Psychonauts.

Janieac said...

Oh, Goggie. :(

Sorry hon.

Despite your loss, is it terrible of me that I think that picture is super rad?