A Fish Story

One Eye Jack, beloved pet, one time pirate, champion swimmer, and devoted friend, has shuffled off his mortal coil, joined the heavenly schools above, no longer sleeps with the fishes and is officially an ex-fish (or should that be angel fish?). He was found floating in the bowl he shared with his cousin, a brown goldfish named Tucker. Foul (or fowl, or even feline, for that matter) play is not suspected as a cause. There is an empty place in our bowl, if not our hearts. A brief memorial service was held in the bathroom, immediately following the discovery of his demise. 12¢ (plus tax) brought him into our lives and with one flush he is gone forever.

Apparently 12¢ goldfish don't always lead long lives. Who would have guessed? It's probably for the best since that one eyed stare of his was creeping me out.