RIP Princess Sparklefairy 2.0
I killed the fish.
I finally got around to cleaning his bowl this week. And I had the brilliant idea that maybe he’d like some more space than what’s provided in the teeny tiny little $3.00 cannister we bought to hold him. With the plant I got him to jazz up the place last time I was at the pet store, you can hardly see him swimming around in there so I got down a large glass vase and put him in that (after taking appropriate measures, of course).
At first I thought that Princess Sparklefairy was so delighted by his new digs that he was darting to and fro, enjoying the freedom. Turns out I was witnessing his deaththroes. Maybe the drastic change in environment was too much for him and he had a heart attack?
No way to hide this one from the Shaolin Toddler, either. She was right there with me, “helping” to take care of the fishy. Worse, she was a horrified witness to Princess Sparklefairy’s final indignity: In attempting to rescue him from his watery grave, I accidentally dumped the fish down the sink.
So. That’s two down. Do we try this again, understanding that Princess Sparklefairy lost a considerable amount of his sparkle the minute the furball made an appearance, or do we rechristen the kitten in honour of her fallen comrade and keep the memory (if not the actual fish) alive?