Nathan’s beta fish Nemo went to the giant fishbowl in the sky this week. He was a good Beta fish. He never made noise and never looked angry—always a happy fish. He lived a long life—3 years. It seems just like yesterday my sister Patricia took Nathan to Wal-Mart and let him buy a pet fish. (Was my permission even asked about this leap into pethood? Nope. Shame on Patricia!) Nonetheless, I let Nathan keep Nemo thinking he’d be dead in a month. On the contrary, Nemo proved to be near immortal. He once survived a trip down the garbage disposal. Were it not for the quick thinking and agile hands of Paul who quickly unscrewed the garbage disposal from underneath, ripping it off practically, and dumping Nemo safely into a cup of water, the fish would’ve suffered an ignominious death. He had a lot to brag about after that experience (Nemo that is.) After all, how many fish go down pipes and live? Nemo also survived out of water for a length of time, how long we’ll never know. His tank was being cleaned so he safely, we thought, rested in a cup of water on the sink. We had to run an errand and when we came back we noticed Nemo was no longer in the cup. He had flopped out onto the counter. We quickly put him back into a deeper cup of water, although it was now obvious he didn’t need water to survive. Nemo was definitely no ordinary beta fish. God bless him.
5 comments:
Patty, here. Oh, poor Nemo! I hope Nathan is okay with this. Nemo was an old, old man in fish years. I think we was 3 years old, right?
Rest in Peace, Nemo. How is Nathan handling it? Did you hold a service for him? Ha!
Oh, our kids can never have a fish. They creep me out.
Just made chicken pot pies, eh? Oh, I love Fall! I like to make a combo of Ina's vegetable pot pie and chicken pot pie. Basically, I like the fennel in the veggie pot pie and take out the pearl onions in her chicken pot pie. Oh, I need to make that SOON.
Wow that was some fish-I can see why you named him Nemo, very clever. Poor Nathan he may have become slightly attached after 3 years!
I think he did become attached because just a day later he asked, "Can I get another fish?" He needed to fill the void. Of course I said no. Only because finding a 'fish sitter' when we go on vacation is a pain.
Cynthia,
I had no clue!Give Nathan my best and a kiss from his grampa. (Nuthin' can kill ol' grampa! I just thought maybe it's the Nathan touch. Long life for a fish, and a wish for old grampa for a long life, maybe??)
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