No, I am not talking about Michael Jackson’s chimp. Bubbles was my daughter’s goldfish. We have had him for four years.
Today we mourn the loss of our friend, Bubbles. He was rescued from his destiny as a feeder fish by a third grade teacher. He then lived in a classroom for a few weeks while being used for their science unit. After receiving permission from the parents, Bubbles and his fellow detainees were sent home with the
students.
Although not glamorous, Bubbles lived out his days in a goldfish bowl on my daughter’s dresser. He swam in circles for the next four years. His calm existence was interrupted only by the occasional visit from our cat, Smuckers. Thanks to Bubbles fast moves, the cat never got him.
Bubbles was buried in short ceremony behind the garage where he has views of the neighbor’s pond. He did not have a traditional burial at sea due to his large size.
In addition to my daughter and our cat, Bubbles will be missed by his next door neighbor, Hot Dog, the zebra fish, who is six years old.
RIP Bubbles. We know you are swimming in the large goldfish bowl in the sky.
June 15, 2010 at 8:00 am
So sorry. I hope the middle daughter is doing OK. It’s tough to lose a member of the family!
June 15, 2010 at 2:18 pm
Hot Dog belongs to the middle daughter. Bubbles belonged to her older sister.
June 21, 2010 at 1:07 pm
Ahso! The Molnar pet clan gets confusing sometimes! 😉 I hope older daughter was OK–she’s such a sweet sensitive kid.
June 24, 2010 at 8:49 am
Bubbles will also be missed by Abby who enjoyed watching him swim.
Pam, remind me to tell you the story of “buddy”.