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Toby has an intimate attachment with his fish-they always die shortly, and he always gets another to fill his fish tank. He names them- the first three were Harlo, Doyle, and Thunder Thore. The second ones were named Aristosthenes Hercules and Andromeda Casiopia. The current specimen is a Beta named Beethoven. He is called Betafin to compliment his more reasonable attributes, but Toby informed me why he gave his latest model such a title. His name's Beethoven because "The very sight of him fills my heart with music" in a typical Toby way of putting things. He's about the only boy I know who coos to his fish. So he was very thrilled to win a gold fish at the Henry County Fair along with Levi-well, he didn't win it; the guy running it felt sorry for them when they lost, and gave them both one. All was fine and dandy until the next night after Toby was asleep, and Levi noticed his fish was floating. Mom was cringing at the thought of what the next morning would bring-Toby never mourns in quiet.
It was as expected. Mom knew when Toby was awake for the sudden eruption of mourning that broke out. After talking about the death of his fish, and being consoled, the funeral ensued. I saw some of it from my bed where I was trying to get myself up. I watched as Levi and Toby ceremoniously poured the water from the jar where the fish had been temporarily dwelling (we had not yet attained a fish bowl). Then twas heard a splat as the fish was inadvertently dropped-Levi stooped and picked it up and handed it gently to Toby, who took it and held it tenderly in his palm, gazing down upon it with love, and curiosity.
...A life lived...
They moved the funeral downstairs, where Mom could share in the precious, bittersweet moments before the fish was laid to rest.
...A life led...
The funeral ended with the final flushing.
...A life left...
Toby has an intimate attachment with his fish-they always die shortly, and he always gets another to fill his fish tank. He names them- the first three were Harlo, Doyle, and Thunder Thore. The second ones were named Aristosthenes Hercules and Andromeda Casiopia. The current specimen is a Beta named Beethoven. He is called Betafin to compliment his more reasonable attributes, but Toby informed me why he gave his latest model such a title. His name's Beethoven because "The very sight of him fills my heart with music" in a typical Toby way of putting things. He's about the only boy I know who coos to his fish. So he was very thrilled to win a gold fish at the Henry County Fair along with Levi-well, he didn't win it; the guy running it felt sorry for them when they lost, and gave them both one. All was fine and dandy until the next night after Toby was asleep, and Levi noticed his fish was floating. Mom was cringing at the thought of what the next morning would bring-Toby never mourns in quiet.
It was as expected. Mom knew when Toby was awake for the sudden eruption of mourning that broke out. After talking about the death of his fish, and being consoled, the funeral ensued. I saw some of it from my bed where I was trying to get myself up. I watched as Levi and Toby ceremoniously poured the water from the jar where the fish had been temporarily dwelling (we had not yet attained a fish bowl). Then twas heard a splat as the fish was inadvertently dropped-Levi stooped and picked it up and handed it gently to Toby, who took it and held it tenderly in his palm, gazing down upon it with love, and curiosity.
...A life lived...
They moved the funeral downstairs, where Mom could share in the precious, bittersweet moments before the fish was laid to rest.
...A life led...
The funeral ended with the final flushing.
...A life left...
posted by hannah at 2:44 PM
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Great post! It puts me there with the whole procession. Keep it up! :-)
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It reminds me of a recent fish drama in my house.
My brother's fish, Tom, suffered the same fate as poor Betafin... but Mom decided to flush it while Jared was asleep to spare him the trauma of seeing his best friend floating belly up. When she told him the next morning, he immediately burst into tears. Of coures, we didn't feel nearly so sorry for him when we found out the reason for this eruption of grief. Apparently, to a seven year old, flushing a fish is the coolest thing ever, and he was quite put out that he missed it.
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