Well my pet fish, Jonah, just died. I'm not really sad about it, actually it creeped me out seeing him all belly-up and white-ish looking in the bowl, but I feel some sort of grieving should be done on my part. So this is it, you all get to hear the story of how my fish Jonah came to be (and came to not be haha).
I had wanted a gold fish for about a year, I had made subtle hints to my then-boyfriend that I wanted a goldfish and he never got me one.... So I dumped him (haha just kidding, that's not the reason... well not all of it). So around Christmas I hinted to my family that I wanted a goldfish, they didn't get me one either ( I must not be a very good hinter). But my sister and her boyfriend got the hint, and they promised to get me one. JJ (the boyfriend) lives in Michigan and he was going to mail the fish to me, but didn't think that would work out. When he came to visit on New Years he and Rebekah went out on a little date and when they returned they surprised me by bringing me a goldfish.
*Note: Rebekah would like for me to add in here that she and JJ looked at goldfish for almost an hour trying to pick the perfect one.... obviously (and this is me speaking) it wasn't the perfect goldfish because now he is dead.
I was so excited. I put him in a cute little bowl with a plant and colorful rocks, I even cleaned his water out every other day and kept the cat from drinking out of the bowl. When I went back to school Rebekah took care of him for me. But today, on the first day of spring break I cleaned out his bowl, fed him some good food, and what did he do? He died on me. Ungrateful little fishy.
Oh well, I suppose if any kinda lesson could be learned from this situation it is: "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away."
So yeah, Jonah's swimming in that crystal river in fishy heaven right now... and its ok with me, I'm sure its much cleaner :)
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