Faith's fish, Lumpy, passed on yesterday. Faithy took it well...better than Parker did when his fish, Bob, died. There is already talk of getting two more fish to replace Bob and Lumpy. But, for now, we are fish-free. Lumpy has joined Bob in that big fish tank in the sky where they are swimming free and uncontained.
Swim in peace, Lumpy...swim in peace.
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I can relate. We sold our fish last weekend at our moving sale, and my teens were sad. We are getting used to it, though. We've had fish jump out of the bowl and die, die from old age, and get eaten by others. It can be traumatic!
(You've posted recently on Graceful Living--and Tricia is one of my best friends).
We had one jump out of the bowl, too! It's amazing how far those little stinkers can jump!
Tricia is sister to my friend, Kim, who lives in Switzerland.
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