Last night we went to Petsmart and Phoebe bought a fish. With her own money.
It was blue and a female and she named it Lily.
This morning, Lily didn't wake up.
SHIT.
In all my years of having bettas, I have NEVER had one that died the first night. They all lasted 3 years at least.
Now, this morning I get to trudge back to petsmart with a dead fish and be one of those parents who buys a new one to cover up the dead one.
But I have come to the conclusion that since Phoebe is already a sensitive child and still cries about Stugots, her fish when she was 3, then I cannot tell her about lily. Thank god she picked a blue one when I kept telling her to get the only white one in there. That is baby jesus looking out for me.
RIP lily.
1 comment:
I still say she could have handled it. Wouldn't YOU want to know? ;) Just messing with you. Glad the cover up went well.
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