Now I feel really bad for what I said about him previously.
I'd take it back, but you just can't do that. Once something is said, that's it. No taking backsies :(
The Yule 'O Gee (yes, I have Christmas on my mind right now which helps ease the pain of loss)-
Dearly beloveds, we are gathered here today to put to rest
a tiny soul.
He was a good little fish. A least I think he was a he, but no matter,
he is now an angelfish <(no pun intended, I'm being serious.)
He was a little strange, did not get along with the other fish,
sort of levitated near the top of the tank, or hung around with Blue
Mystery snail <(maybe I should change his name to The Blue Raja. His
shell sorts looks like a turban. Yeah, I kinda like that.)
Anyway, even though Lantern was called 'green' he actually looked more blue.
Maybe that was it, he was truly sad, not being accepted by the other fish, I suppose because he was not of their kind (I can relate to that :( ). Maybe that was why he continually banged his head into the tank wall. Maybe he was suicidal.
He used to eat a lot.
And poo a lot, too.
He didn't want a big thing made of his death. He did not wish to be put in the ground, it was not his element, nor cremation, so he was quietly sent
to sea (via the plumbing system. Not my choice, and taxidermy was out of the question!) It was his last wish.
Now, a few moments of silence.
He will be missed.
(all joking aside, I will miss him :( he was a sweet little fish)
a little fish-angel waits,
With the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates;
"For I know that my master will come," says he
"And when she comes, she will call for me."'
Anyway, you can read the original poem HERE. Have tissues ready :')
Everyone has lost a pet, (well, I don’t even like to refer to them as a ‘pet’ because it makes them seem more of an object than a living thing, but I will do so here. I consider them an adopted member of the family) and their loss is keenly felt. Or should be. It upsets me how some people can just thoughtlessly give them away or send them to a shelter when they become no longer wanted, they get as attached to us as we do (or should) to them, and I dispise those that are cruel and take their aggressions out on them because they feel superior.
Nostalgia alert!- When one of our ‘pets’ died, and even when we found a dead squirrel or bird in the yard, my mom would always say ‘don’t worry, Pops (her dad [now deceased], one of my gramps, the one I was closest to growing up, and who instilled the love of science and nature in me) will look after them.
After giving it some thought, gramps must be cursing a lot (which he did in life, in fact, when we were little, our neighbors next door were very religious and their mom would not let her girls come over and play if she knew gramps was working in the basement because of it. Oddly enough, none of us curse, or do so rarely) for us saying that all the time, if he is indeed indeed appointed caretaker of all those little angel creatures.
‘Gramps, look after my little fish, please.’