This morning Libby's friend Michael came to play. I said, "Libby, wouldn't you like to show Michael Fuzzy?" We walked over to his bowl and he was lying sideways on the bottom not moving at all. I needed to think quickly. I said, " I guess he's sleeping. What a tired fish. Maybe he'll be awake later."
He won't be awake later.
We broke the news to her at dinner. As soon as we told her she looked sad and wanted to sit on my lap. We told her we'd have a little ceremony for him and then we'd flush him. She thought that was wildly funny. After dinner we said a prayer and flushed our little friend to swim in the big river in the sky. Shane's prayer was a much better rendition this time than his first attempt. Peyton watched him put Fuzzy in the toilet and was totally confused. She kept pointing at the water and saying, "Shhhh. Shhhh." (that's toddler-speak for fish.)
While I cleaned up the dinner dishes Libby said, "Mom, it's okay that Fuzzy died. I'll get another fish."
Hmmm.... We have a dog. I'm thinking that's enough for now.
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You did better than we did with our attempt at fish. Goodbye Fuzzy. I wonder what she'll name the next one that Daddy brings home.
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