Puppy RIP 12/25/2005-8/18/2006
My previous blog I said I don't cry often, but tonight the tears fell down once again. My blue betta fish, Puppy took a leap of faith from his bowl to the kitchen counter. This event occurred sometime between 3:00pm and 9:00pm this evening pacific standard time. I was unaware of the distress that Puppy was suffering in the kitchen and by the time that I came across his body on the cold granite counter it was too late.
Not that that stopped me from immediately placing him back in his bowl even though he resembled more of a plastic fish than a once living soft body fish. His fins were so desiccated, but ever an optimist I placed him back in his bowl and for a brief moment I had hope that resurrection was still possible. Whether it was gas or some electrical impulse when first placed back in the water he wriggled and to the eyes of an ever hopeful person he swam. But this was a short burst of hope. I then watched helplessly as his lifeless body fell to the black gravel. I set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes thinking that maybe he needed a rest. I went back into my room not wanting to accept the fact that Puppy was gone. It was my fault. I had taken the cover off of his aquarium that morning when I was feeding him and had not put it back on. Was he mad at me for leaving him alone for a day and a half? Was he curious about what occurred outside his narrow confines? Was he sad? The kitchen timer brought me back to his tank to confirm what my brain had already known, but my heart was unwilling to accept. Puppy was gone.
I received Puppy as a Christmas gift this year. He was my first pet as an adult. Even as a kid I had never had fish, but Puppy was feisty and had his own personality. I talked to him and he would flare in response. I spoiled him with new plants and tanks and $5.00 betta water. I couldn't take him for walks on the beach, but he became part of my family. I will miss waking up and feeding him and coming back home and talking to him as I unload groceries into my kitchen counter. I will miss him dearly.
Puppy
12/25/2005 - 8/18/2006
Not that that stopped me from immediately placing him back in his bowl even though he resembled more of a plastic fish than a once living soft body fish. His fins were so desiccated, but ever an optimist I placed him back in his bowl and for a brief moment I had hope that resurrection was still possible. Whether it was gas or some electrical impulse when first placed back in the water he wriggled and to the eyes of an ever hopeful person he swam. But this was a short burst of hope. I then watched helplessly as his lifeless body fell to the black gravel. I set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes thinking that maybe he needed a rest. I went back into my room not wanting to accept the fact that Puppy was gone. It was my fault. I had taken the cover off of his aquarium that morning when I was feeding him and had not put it back on. Was he mad at me for leaving him alone for a day and a half? Was he curious about what occurred outside his narrow confines? Was he sad? The kitchen timer brought me back to his tank to confirm what my brain had already known, but my heart was unwilling to accept. Puppy was gone.
I received Puppy as a Christmas gift this year. He was my first pet as an adult. Even as a kid I had never had fish, but Puppy was feisty and had his own personality. I talked to him and he would flare in response. I spoiled him with new plants and tanks and $5.00 betta water. I couldn't take him for walks on the beach, but he became part of my family. I will miss waking up and feeding him and coming back home and talking to him as I unload groceries into my kitchen counter. I will miss him dearly.
Puppy
12/25/2005 - 8/18/2006
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