Fishy

Gentle readers,

It's with a heavy heart that I write today. Our beloved beta fish, Fishy passed away this morning. It's odd to become attached to a fish, a pet with whom one has such limited interaction.

Fishy came to our family about a year ago as a prize to Daughter for success in potty training. (a previous blog was written in a different forum on the adventure) For the most part, I think 3 years old is awfully young to have to deal with the concept of death. After a little debate and some research it was decided to go with simple truth in way of explanation. There was no elaborate story about Fishy going to a pond in the country, which I think is what my parents would have told me. We didn't even mention the concept of heaven. We kept it simple: Fishy got sick and Fishy died. Not sure she gets it yet, but I know we'll revisit it at some point...perhaps later today, perhaps at some future point. Not to get all storm cloudy, but today Daughter was introduced to the concept that life is temporary and that all living things come to an end.

Rest in peace, Fishy, old pal.

Daily Random Musing item: Hello Kitty has no mouth. I find that incredibly creepy.