Last Saturday night I wrote about my son's goldfish and our sense that it was time to call in the hospice. This morning when I got out of the shower I noticed that the little sucker had rolled over onto his side and was no longer breathing.
I left him there and got dressed because my son was not yet awake and wanted to make sure that he had time to say goodbye. I just finished speaking with him and he was a little sad because this time when he tried to blow his air into the bowl it didn't help his fish.
So they wrapped him up and threw him away so that the cats in the neighborhood wouldn't eat him.
Apparently his sadness was shortlived because he has decided that he and I can go find a big fish that is purple and has teeth to come live with us.
I should add that his mother told me that he said that if his daddy was home he could have saved the fish. It is good to know that I am still Superman in his eyes, even if I cannot always live up to his expectations.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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