Remember Addie's fish, Pretty I Love You? After 2 1/2 blissful years, she kicked the bucket. It was rather pathetic. She started swimming upside-down and laying on the rocks while glub-glubbing all sad-like. I was worried about Addie, based on her reaction the last time we had a fish die. Fortunately, this time we had a few days to prepare.
I told Addie that Pretty I Love You was probably going to die soon, so she suggested that we take her to the vet. When I broke it to her that the vet probably couldn't do much for the fish, she said, "Maybe we can donate her to the Bean Museum!"
We came home from church a couple Sundays ago, and Pretty I Love You had stopped glub-glubbing. She never floated; she just laid on the rocks. We flushed her, and not a tear was shed!
Thanks for the memories, Pretty. Or as I used to call her, PILY. Just kidding, I never called her that.
