fishy heaven.

Last night before putting Carly down, I couldn't help but notice our beautiful little Harpo was sunk to the bottom of his "little house" (as Carly calls it) and wasn't moving much. I tapped on the glass. I shook it around. Harpo didn't budge. 

Chris and Carly were just finishing bath time, so I headed up and whispered to Chris, "I think Harpo's dead".

"Obama?!?!" he asked.

Hahaha.

"No, Harpo!" I replied.

After putting Carly down we headed down to face the inevitable.

Harpo had moved on to fishy heaven.

Chris geared up to flush him down the toilet, because I just couldn't do it.

I tried to get him to dig a hole outside, but he said he wouldn't dig a hole for a fish.

Fair enough.

It made me sad.

It made Chris sad too.

We had grown rather fond of Harpo.

Its funny how you can grow a soft spot in your heart for a fish.

He was Carly's first pet, after all.

But we bid farewell and flushed.

This morning I saw his empty house and it made my heart sad.

We'll miss him.

Well, Chris and I will.

Carly has yet to notice, and I'm not sure she will.

The novelty of a fish wore off quite a while ago for her.

Though, she did enjoy feeding him from time to time.

Cause of death you might ask?

We're guessing irregular and missed feedings, combined with over-feeding.

Sometimes too much food would come out, and we'd just dump it all in anyway.

Harpo was looking a little plump near the end of his life.

Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, after all.

RIP, little Harpo.

Thanks for a fabulous 6 months.