Our male fish, Nicole, has been on her/his last fin for awhile now. The girls knew it. I knew it. Chris knew it. But none of us wanted to make the call. It was time to say goodbye.
So today, although extremely traumatic for me, I put her/him out of her/his misery. Yes, she/he was lovingly placed into the toilet as I took a moment to reflect on her/his life with us since April.
She/he lived a long, happy life and I was sad to see her/him go.
Who the hell am I kidding? Good God, that fish SMELLED and I was happy to see her/him go!
Keely barely seemed phased. All she commented on was how bad the sink smelled after I got rid of the fishbowl water.
I think this is a sign that we aren't quite ready for a dog.
Too bad. ;)