Go Fish, Go Flush

I noticed our fish was dead today. You don't understand. This is the fish I thought would never die. You see, this fish has survived a lot. I don't even know what kind of fish it was or how long we had it. I just know it was old. It used to live in a giant tank with all of our other fish until our first big ice storm in 2007. Our electricity was off for quite a while and every fish in our tank died in the ice water, except for two. We got rid of the fish tank and all the dead fish. I put the two survivors in a little fish bowl, sat it on the kitchen counter and all was well for a few months.

In May 2007, we traveled to Oklahoma for a couple of days. When we arrived home, I went to the kitchen to feed the fish and found only one in the fish bowl. I found the other fish had jumped to it's death and was in our sink. We ruled it a suicide.

So our lonely little fish was all alone in his fish bowl. It didn't seem to bother it though. The next winter rolled around and so did another ice storm. Our electricity was off again, our house got cold and so did the water in that fish bowl. But our little survivor weathered yet another storm.

Over the past couple of years, I have been secretly wanting it to die, but after all it had been through, I never thought it would happen. It's as if it had nine lives. And I just didn't have the heart to flush it.

I actually felt a little sad today when I went to feed my little survivor and didn't see it. I found it under a rock. Poor little fish had such a long life, but now it's time to flush it to that big fish bowl in the sky.