In Memorium to Fred
Freddy the Fish III was given a proper Viking Funeral this morning after having perished during the night. He is survived by his loving parents, sister, brother, Austrella, and Yukon. He will be missed.
He was a good fish, kept us entertained, never tried to leap from his tank, and his bright colors and antics will be sorely missed. Bon Chance in that great fishy beyond my friend.
Now someone has to explain how I became so attached to a crazy fish that I am so sad at this parting...
posted by The Phosgene Kid @ 8:21 AM
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15 Comments:
i understand ..
i have an aquarium too..
and have lost a fish.
One can get attached to pets.
Fish, dogs, cats, iguanas, etc., you name it, if it comes into our care we become attached.
For each of us there is a different attachment. It is difficult to explain, but wonderful to experience.
I suspect the value they provided is commensurate with the pain and loss we feel at there passing.
I can commiserate with you. It hasn't been so long since our beloved, healing, angel cat, Hazel, finished her mission and proceeded to Rainbow Bridge.
The depth of your soul can be measured in part by such feelings.
May peace and love be with you and your family always.
Got 2 get back on this
pondering, pondering ...
i had two fish: freeport and lewis.
I still miss them :(
xx
pinks
fire up
your skillet
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He was a great fish...
Indigo Incarnates
Poor Phos :(
RIP Fish.
Even fish have endearing qualities; I have lost a few myself...sorry Phos. xoxoxo
You have lost some colourful spots in Your life - is it possible to replace those?
How sad. I have to tell you, that until I was in my mid twenties I had never owned fish. I love TO FISH, but never became freindly with any, although I am a HUGE animal lover.
Then I got an aquarium, or a HUGE tank rather (or my fiance did) and we began spending the better part of our paychecks buying fish and accessories for that tank. We accumulated quite a collection of oscars, kissing fish, a gar, some frogs, some *lucky * goldfish and one cool "snake/eel. Those little things do have personalities. We knew each one well, who would eat from your hand, who was a bit shy. We knew their routines (Jack Depsey loved to remodel his rocks on teh bottom often and snake would try his best to caprture the goldfish had they swim by-until they got enormous). And so the love affair began with my fish. I moved some 300 hundered miles away, and deteremined not to leave my fish, trasposted them over 2 statelines in a cooler, just to bring them.
I completely understand your feelings. When some of ours began to eventunally die off, it was strange for me to think I was mouring a fish...but mouring a fish I was.
I am sorry for your loss. Those little aquatic beauties make us feel calm, they evoke a relaxed attitude-escapism from a fast paced world. They bring us joy. I am sad about your Fred.
nice skull
RIP, little finned one.
I still haven't gotten a Pete 8 to replace Pete 7. One hasn't caught my eye.
RIP Freddy.
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