The kids really did not pay much attention to little Simon, our beta fish. Every morning when I would come downstairs he was the first thing I'd look at. Mostly to make sure he was still alive. {Ever since Bluey, I'm terrified to find a dead, shriveled fish on the ground.} Simon had a few moments of belly flopping, only to come out of it and some how be stronger. He was easy to take care of and I only had to feed him twice a week. After I came home from the hospital with Zoey, I noticed he wasn't quite as chipper as he used to be. He'd wedge himself in the little plant so his body wouldn't float to the top. Sadly I discovered him a day or two after he passed. I didn't notice earlier b/c he wasn't floating on top, he was stuck in the plant. I told the kids about it and they were sad. I couldn't deal with digging a dead fish out of his bowl and flushing him, so I turned it over to Pat. He put Simon in a little box and buried him in the backyard with the boys. They still go out and visit him and check on him every now and then. We'll miss you Simon!!
The Day of Surgery
12 years ago
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