fishies
despite emergency efforts, i failed at saving our fish, though i did try. we now have an empty tank, and the bubbles from the filter casts an eery sound that echoes through our house. sigh....there's an ode to our 15 fishies somewhere inside me. i know they're just goldfish, but i'm mourning quietly, mostly that i wasn't able to save them, but also because they were a happy little bunch that brought life and lightness.
posted by FaithChristine @ 08:01
1 Comments:
Just remember the piece of hope that Zuzu brought us..."Everytime a filter clogs, a fishie gets his wings." I may have misquoted her.
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