Brody Died
A couple weeks ago Kristin got each of the boys a goldfish. Blue named his Bobby Jackson, but then changed it to Bobby, then changed it to something else that I’ve forgotten, Cooper named his Nemo, and Aiden named his Brody.
Now, we knew going into this there was the possibility of a ‘dead goldfish emotional meltdown’ in the event that one of these twelve cent fish pass from this life to the next, but it was something that we were willing to risk and at least it was easier than a puppy. And it didn’t take long. Yesterday, after their bowl cleaning Brody was acting pretty lethargic and just hanging out at the bottom of the bowl on the rocks. Blue kept saying that Aiden’s fish was sick, and was going to die. Aiden seemed concerned but not enough to stop him from our six mile bike ride.
This morning the inevitable happened. Brody was found floating at the top of the bowl. An empty shell. His soul had moved on. His eyes wide open, because I don’t think goldfish can close their eyes, and Nemo and Bobby clearly mourning their loss.
There was no emotional meltdown. There were no tears. There was simply some breakfast eating and the collection of another twelve cents. This time with the intention of ‘getting a bigger fish this time so it won’t die, because big ones don’t die’.
So today marks the day of the passing of our first family pet. Brody was a good fish, a smart fish, a loved fish. And now he’s in a tupperware bowl on our counter because Kristin left right after she put him there and I don’t know if she wants to save it for some sort of ceremony, or if I can put him in the toilet.
So long Brody.
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(While this could be considered a ‘sad’ post, it’s still not a ‘negative’ post. There’s a huge difference.)
hahahaha oh my goodness, that is so funny… i’m so sorry Aiden!
So long, Brody – I bet you could find some of your cohorts in Nashvegas to write a great song about that.
There was a moment of great awkward tension while I clicked on this link, considering I just “@”d you in a tweet.
I am grieving with you in your loss. I’m sure he was a great fish. If we don’t see any posts from you for awhile, we all here in the blogosphere will understand. Indubitably.
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We all knew it was going to happen: that your namesake would be the first to go.
Let us all observe a 1/2 second of silence for the .12 cent fish.
RIP Brody. Here’s hoping Brody II is a much bigger fish.
Maybe they weren’t quite so attached yet. I always found it hard to bond with our pet fish and ants. :0) Wait until there is a gerbil, cat or dog in the house. Might want to prepare a pet cemetery.
awwww. i remember the goldfish days, even though my children are grown. i think it’s ok to give them a burial at sea (small service at the commode and then flush) or at least we always did. we know they’re in goldfish heaven. better luck with the next fish, they usually don’t last long. +
We once had a goldfish the girls won at a carnival. It was a free fish, cost us nothing, and no one really wanted it. We kept the bowl clean, and fed the thing (I don’t even think we named it.) I thought it would be temporary considering fair fish don’t usually last long. Months later this fish was still swimming. I even quit cleaning the bowl and let the water level evaporate down to half an inch. Still the fish lived.
I will now confess to a horrible act of goldfish murder. I flushed the live fish down the toilet! It feels good to get that off my chest. I thought about giving it to a friends cat to eat, but flushing it seemed the kinder thing to do.
So, now that you know about my sordid past, will you still be my friend?
I hope Aiden’s next fish has the spirit of my last
I can’t write because I can’t quit laughing about Lisa’s comment!!!!! She is definitely in summer mode!
Sorry about the death of Brody. He was with us such a short time, but the impact he had on our lives was, well, short of nothing. May his service be a reverent one.
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Sorry for your loss, but I am glad it wasn’t too painful for Aiden.
Since Ry and I have been married, our family has lost FIVE pets. And that’s not even counting fish…
Awww, now I get it and I am sorry–it still hurts no matter the type or length of time. However, I laughed reading the post and responses!
So I think I shall stick with +-.
Sorry to her about Brody the fish. Goldfish are usually so hardy and one of the easiest fish to care for. He may have went into shock after the bowl cleaning.
My niece kept killing her son’s goldfish and it turned out it was because of the way she cleaned the tank. She would put the fish in a bowl of water and then replace all the water in the tank and then put the fish back in it. You can’t do that to fish it will shock them because of all the different water temps. Not sure if this the same demise that Brody met but its possible.
I am sorry but, I have to say this made me laugh… a lot.
My favorite is the last sentence. Classic.