His name was Pez – Spanish for “fish.” He was a brilliant red Beta fish that I got May 2004. He was also neurotic! At night while I sat in front of my computer reading blogs and news, he would jump around the bowl, diving in and out of the colored glass and green-blue butterfly pebbles in the bottom of the bowl. He wasn’t the greatest eater, but I could count on him having at least 3 or 4 tiny nuggets of fish food twice a day. Not for the last two or three months though. I would toss in his breakfast, he would swim up to it, smell it, suck it into his mouth, chew once or twice and literally spit it right back out! I guess he was getting cranky in his old age.
This afternoon he was hanging with his nose at surface level, but his gills were still flapping. Tonight as I came to the computer to check email, his little gills weren’t flapping and he was limp on the bottom of the bowl. Pez was gone. Oh well. So I took him out, wrapped him in paper towel and buried him…in the trash. He was a good fish. I liked him.
Maybe I’ll get another one.
Hmm…..I think I will.
Maybe on Tuesday.
What color shall I get? What shall I name him? I’m open to creative suggestions.
Pez – rest in peace!