Memorial Day took on a new meaning in our house today.
In addition to remembering the brave men and women who served our country, we also mourned the death of our beloved pet, Goldie the Goldfish, who passed away this morning.
(This is not Goldie, she was much MUCH fatter)
Once she was discovered belly up, we realized that the bubbler thing had been unplugged. Official cause of death: suffocation.
I was immediately suspected in bringing on her demise with some foul play, since everyone around here knows how much I hated that fish, but we soon figured out that Gabi had accidentally done the unplugging when she was playing with Gilberto's power drill. (It sounds worse than it was, I swear. And, no, we won't be telling her about her role in Goldie's death.)
Gabi's actually taking it quite well, though she won't let us flush Goldie down the toilet. I tried to get her all hyped up on sending Gabi back to the ocean Nemo style, but she wouldn't hear of it. We have to have a funeral, complete with coffin, and bury her beneath the tree where our other two fish are resting. We put it off until tomorrow, when all of the neighbors will be back at work, just in case there's some HOA rule about burying pets in public places.
I'm so over having pets, even ones as easy as fish. I just can't do it. Heaven forbid we move and I have to fulfill our promise to get Gabi a dog.