Where Hath the Bubbles Gone?

Too distressed to write. Too tortured to function. Too dizzy to distill my grief.

What has happened, you ask? Bubbles the Fish has died.

Why? Why? Why is our reward for the care and feeding of animals--to lose them? To have our hearts ripped out, beating still?

Bubbles, who sat on our kitchen counter for most of this year. Bubbles, who blew tiny oxygen bubbles that looked so round. Bubbles, who ate what we gave him and never complained. Bubbles, who didn't say boo when he missed a meal or two. Bubbles--the fish whom I really don't remember. What color was he? What type of fish was he? All I remember is he cost less than two bucks and no one at home is clamoring for his replacement.

People 7, Animals 4.

Comments

[Darnell Lamb]

I miss the little fella too.