The fish, Fred, on the other hand, scares me.
He is blue with red framing his tails, and he doesn't seem to move much.
(Ever since I lost a fish whilst house-sitting they make me nervous).
Plus, his young owner, explained very carefully how to care for him properly in this solemn way. I listened carefully & then completely forgot about said fish for a day & a half. When I remembered yesterday & ran into his room to check on him & feed him, he seemed the same - stable, and hopefully not just barely hanging on.
I am heading out to play catch with Packer, & to play "stare" with Fred (aka "check if Fred is still with us").
I leave you with one of my favorite Get Fuzzy cartoons because it makes me laugh, & I need a laugh.
1 comment:
Sister, that is amazing. I almost always need a laugh, and this was a good one. Hope you get to be feeling back to normal and refocussed on "how to get myself to Nashville" soon. Remember I'm here to support you! : ) Also, I "helped a fish to it's next life" while pet-sitting once. Wasn't pretty, sis, wasn't pretty.
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