George has died. He is gone forever, and I feel really bad. I didn't take care of him properly. I forgot to feed him, I forgot to plug the oxygen filter back in, I felt lazy and forgot about him. And still resilient little George swam on.
K is crying. He feels worse than I do. I remember when Blues, my cousins' fish that I took care of, died. I felt the same way.
Death is weird. It's hard to comprehend. It's odd to think that someone was there yesterday and be gone the next.
Fred, my dear, other little fish, K's fish, actually, will probably die too. He is not used to being alone.
He is little too.
Then the fish tank will be put away, something else will take its place, the singing of the filter will stop, and those two, orange little fish will be memories.
This is a lovely site. I am enjoying looking at it very much and the story of George is neat.
ReplyDeleteThanx for the visit and comment on my Blog. I promise not to get in the way of your "P. P.'s" !!!!!!