All Fishes Go to Heaven....

Tragedy struck our house today. Josh's "famous" fish went to live in the big toothbrush holder in the sky. We aren't sure how this happened, one minute he was swimming in his little bowl and the next.....well he wasn't. Normally I would suggest that we flush a dead fish, but this was so traumatic that we actually needed a fishy funeral. So Tyler took Josh outside and they gave the fish a semi-permanent resting place in the flower bed. I say semi-permanent because Josh keeps digging up his fish to show it to unsuspecting mourners. I know it seems rather morbid, but I guess when you are five the attention you get from showing off your dead fish to anyone who can stomach it is better than shedding tears of sorrow over your bereaved pet. One day I'm sure he will learn to properly grieve; until then beware the kid with the shovel scrounging around in the backyard!